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INDEX, 


OR 


TABLE   to  find  a  Pfalm  fuited  to  particular 
Subjects  or  Occasions. 

If  you  find  not  the  word  you  feek  in  this  Table, 
feek  another  of  the  fame  fignification  ;  or,  feek 
it  under  forne  of  the  more  general  words,  fuch 
as  God,  Chrift,  Church,  Saints,  Pfalm,  Prayer, 
Praife,  Affliaion,  Grace,  Deliverance,  Death, '^c. 

ADAM  the  firft  and  fecend,  their  dominion,  8. 
airlifted,  pity  to  them  41 ,  3$.  fupported  55, 
145,  146.  their  prayer  102, 143.  faints  happy  7*. 
119,  14th  part,  94.  ;/ J 

Afflictions,  hope  in  them  42,  13,  77.  fupport  and 
profit  u  9,  14th  part,  inftruaion  by  them  ,94, 
119,  1 8th  part.  fanaified94,  119,  ,8th  part, 
courage  in  them  119,  17th  part,  removed  by 
prayer  34,  1 07.  fubmiffion  to  them  123, 131,  39, 
in  mind  and  body  143.  trying  our  graces  66, 

.119,  17th  part,  without  reje&ion  89.  of  faints 
and  finners  different  94.  gentle  103.  moderated 
125. 

-Aged  faints  reflection  and  hope 71. 

All-feeing  God  139. 

Angels,  guardian  34,  91.    all  fubjecl:  to  Cnnd  89, 

97.  praife  the  Lord  103.  prefent  in  churches  1  ?8. 
Appeal  to   God  againft  perfecutors  7.  concerning 

our  fincenty  139.  humility  131. 
Afcenfion  of  Chritt  24,  63,  47,  j  30. 
AfTiftance  from  God  144,138. 
Atheifm  practical  14,  36,  12.  mmiffied  10. 
Attributes  of  God  36,  lit,  145,  I47# 
Authority  from  God  75.  a.    ~'     " 


a  INDEX 


p  ACKSLIDING  foul  in  diftrefsand  defertion 
O    2C.  reftored  51.  pardoned  78,  130. 
Bleffing  of  God  on  the  bufinefs  and  comforts  of 


life  127. 

Bleffings  of  a  family  128,  133,  of  a  nation  144, 
147.  of  the  country  65,  147-  of  a  perfon  1,  32, 

Blood  of  Chrift  cleanfing  from  fin  51,  69. 
Book  of  nature  and  fcripture  19,  1 19,  4th  part. 
Brotherly  love  133.  reproof  141- 
Bufinefs  of  life  bleffed  127. 

CARE  of  God  over  his  faints  34-  .     . 

Charity  to  the  poor  37,41,112-  and  juiticc 
1  c,  1 1 2.  mixed  with  imprecations  35. 
Children  praifing  God  8.  made  bleffings  127,  128. 

inftru&ed  34,  78.  '' '.'      ■ ;  , 

Chrift  the  fecond  Adam  8.  his  all-fufficiency  16. 
his  afcenfion  24,  68,  1 10.  the  church  s  founda- 
tion 118.  his  coming,  the  figns  of  it  12.  niscon- 
defcenfion  and  glorification  8.    covenant  made 
with  him  89.  firft  and  fecond  coming  96,  97, 
08.  the  true  David  89,  35.  his  death  and  refur- 
reftion  22,  16,  69.  the  eternal  Creator  102.  ex- 
alted  to  the  kingdom  2,  21,  8,72,  110.  our  ex- 
ample i®9.  faith  in  his  blood  51.  God  and  man 
80.  his  Godhead  102.  our  hope  4,  51-  n>s  »"" 
carnation  and  facrifice  40.   the  king,  and    he 
church  his  fpoufe  45-  his  kingdom  among  the 
Ppntiles  72    87,  132.  his  love  to  enemies  109, 
Snhlsen5'ft J  97/99-  ^  mediatorial  kingdom 
89,  1 10.  his  government  45-  prauedby  children 
89prieft  and  king  no.  his  refusion   on  the 
Lord's  dav  118.  our  ftrength  and  nghteoufne 
71.  his  fufferings  and  kingdom  2,   22,  t>9.  nis 
fufferings  for  our  falvation  69. 
Chriftian's  qualifications  15,  24.  church  made  ol 


INDEX.  4 

Jews  and  Gentiles  87. 

Church,  its  beauty  44,  43,  122.  the  birth-place  of 
faints  87.  built  on  jefus  Chrift  11 8.^  delight  and 
fafety  in  it  27.  deftru&ion  of  enemies  proceeds 
from  thence  76.  gathered  and  fettled  132.  of  the 
Gentiles  45,  47.  God  fights  for  her  46,  10,  20. 
God's  prefence  there  132,  84.  God's  garden  92. 
going  to  it  122.  the  houfe  and  care  of  God  135. 
of  the  Jews  and  Gentiles  87.  its  increafe  6j. 
prayer  in  diflrefs  89.  reftored  by  prayer  85, 
102,  107.  is  the  fafety  and  honour  of  a  nation 
48.  the  fpoufe  of  Chrift  45. 

Colonies  planted  107. 

Comfort,  holinefs  and  pardon  4,  32,  119.  11th 
and  1 2th  parts,  and  fupport  in  God  94,  1 6.  from 
ancient  providence  77,  143-  of  life  blefl  127, 
and  pardon  1 30. 

Company  of  faints  16,  109. 

Complaint  of  abfence  from  public  wormip  42.  of 
ficknefs  6.  defertion  13.  pride,  atheifm,  oppref- 
fion,  &c.  10,  12.  of  temptation  13,  general  102. 
of  quarrelfome  neighbours  120.  of  heavy  afflic- 
tions in  mind  and  body  143. 

Compailion  of  God  103,  145,  147. 

Communion  with  faints  106,  133. 

Confeiiion  of  our  poverty  16.  of  fin,  repentance 
and  pardon  32,51,  38,  130,  143. 

Confidence,  tender  119,  13th  part,  its  guilt  re- 
lieved  38,  32,  51,130. 

Contention  complained  of  1 20. 

Converfe  with  God,  119,  2d  part,  63. 

Converfion  and  joy  126.  at  the  afcenfion  of  Chrift 
1 10.  of  Jews  and  Gentiles  87,  106,  96. 

Corruption  of  manners  in  general  11,  12. 

Counfel  and  fupport  from  God  16,  119. 

Courage  in  death  16,  17,  71.  in  perfection  119, 
17th  r#rt. 

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5  INDEX. 

Covenant  made  with  Chrifl  89.  of  grace  unchange- 
able 89,  106. 
Creation  and  providence  135,  136,  33,  104,  147, 

148-  .  ' 

Creatures,  no  truft  in  them  62,  33,  146.  vain,  and 

God  all-fufficient  33.  praifing  God  148. 

DAILY  devotion  5$,  139. 
Day  of  humiliation  for  difappointments  in 

war  60.  . 

Death  and  refurreftion  of  Chrifl:  16,  69.  of  faints 

and  Turners  17,  37,  49-  and  bufferings  of  Chrift 

22,  69.  deliverance  from  it   31.  and  pride  49. 

and  the  refurreftion  49,  71,  89.  courage  in  it 

16,  17,  23.  the  effect  of  M  90. 
BefenceinGod3,i2i.andfalvationinGod  18,61. 

Delaying  fmners  warned  95. 

Delight  and  fafety  in  the  church  48,  27,  84.  in 
the  law  of  God  119,  5th  8th  and  18th  parts,  in 

God  63,42,73*  84,  18.  . 

Deliverance  begun  and  perfeded  85.  from  delpair 
18.  from  deep  diftrefs  34,  40.  from  death  31, 
118.  from  oppreflion  and  falfehood  56.  from 
perfecutioh  53,  94-  by  prayer  34,  40,  i5>  }26- 
from  (hip-wreck  107.  from  (lander  3 1 .  furpnfing 

126. 
Defertion  and  diftrefs  of  foul  25,  13,  38,  143- 
Defire  of  knowledge  119,  9th  Part-  of  hohneis  119. 

nth  part,  of  comfort  and  deliverance  119,  12th 

part,  of  quickening  grace  119,  16th  part. 
Deflations,  the  church's  fafety  in  them  46. 
Defpair  and   hope  in  death    17,  49-  deliverance 

fromit  18,  130.  r'rc'j  r 

Devotion  dailv  55,  1  34,  *4?'  on  a  fick  bed  39,  6. 
Direaion  and  pardon  25.  and  defence^prayed  tor 

5.  and  hope  42. 
Diftrefs  of  foul  25.  relieved  51,  130. 
Dominion  of  man  over  creatures  8. 


INDEX.  6 

Doubts  and  fears  fuppreffed  3,  31,  143* 

Drunkard  and  glutton  107. 

Duty  to  God  and  man  1 5,  24. 

Dwelling  with  God,  fee  heaven,  church,  &h 

EDUCATION,  religious  34,  78- 
Egypt's  plagues  105. 
End  of  righteous  and  wicked  1,  37. 
Enemies  overcome  18.  prayed  for  35,  105.  deftroy- 

ed  12,  j6r  48. 
Envy  and  unbelief  cured  37,  49. 
Equity  and  wifdom  of  providence  9. 
Evening  pfalm  4,  139,  141.         . 
Evidences  of  grace  26.  of  fincerity  18,  19,  139. 
Evil  times  12.  neighbours  120.  magistrates  11,  58. 
Exaltation  of  Chrift  to  the  kingdom  2,  21,  22,  6g, 

72,110. 
Examination  26,  139. 
Exhortations  to  peace  and  holinefs  34. 

FAITH  and  prayer  of  perfecuted  faints  35.  in 
the  blood  of  Chrift  51,  32.  in  divine  grace 
and  power  62,  130. 
Faithfulnefs  of  God  89,    105,  in,   145,  146.  of 

man  15,  141. 
Falfehood,  blafphemy,  &c.  i2.andopprefiion  12, 

Family  government    101.  love  and  worfhip   133, 

bleflings  128. 
Fears  and  doubts  fuppreffed  3,  34,  31.  On  the 

worfhip  of  God,  89,  99.  of  God  119,  13th  part. 
Flattery  and  deceit  complained  of  12,  36. 
Formal  worfhip  50. 
Frailty  of  man  89,  90,  144. 
Fretfulnefs  difcouraged  37. 
Friendfhip,  its  bleffings  133. 
Funeral  pfalm  89,  90. 

GENTILES  given  to  Chrift  2,  22,  72.  Church 
45>   65,    72,    87,     owning  the  true  God 


7  I    N    D  ■  E    M 

66,  98,  47- 

Glorification  of  Chrift  8,45. 

Glory  of  God  in  our  Salvation  60.  and  grace  pro- 
mifed  84,  97,  89. 

Glutton  78.  and  drunkard  107. 

God  all  in  all  127.  all-fufficient  16,  33.  his  being, 
attributes  and  providence  36,  65,  147.  his  care 
of  faints  .7,  34.  his  creation  and  providence  33, 
104,  &c.  our  defence  and  falvation  3,61,  33, 
115.  eternal  and  fovereign  and  holy  93.  eternal, 
and  man  mortal  90,  1 02 .  faithfulnefs  105,  1 1 1 , 
89.  glorified,  and  fmner  laved,  69.  goodnefs  and 
mercy  145,  103.  goodnefs  and  truth  145,  146. 
governing  power  and  goodnefs  66.  great  and 
good  144,  68,  145,  147-  the  judge  9,  50,  97. 
kind  to  his  people  145,  146.  his  majefty  97.  and 
condefcenfion  1  13,  114-  mercy  and  truth  36, 
103,  136,  89,  145.  made  man  8.  of  nature 
and  grace  65.  his  perfections  111,  36.  145,  147- 
our  portion  and  Chrift  our  hope  4.  our  portion 
here  and  hereafter  73.  his  power  and  majefty 
68,  89,  93,  9*6.  praiied  by  children  8.  our  pre- 
server 121,  138.  prefent  in  his  churches  84,  46. 
our  fhepherd  25.  his  fovereignty  and  goodnefs 
to  man  8,  113,  144,  °ur  fupport  and  comfort 
94.  fupreme  governor  82,  93,  7$*  his  ven- 
geance and  companion  68,  97.  unchangeable 
89,'  in.  his  univerfal  dominion  103.  his  wif- 
dom  in  his  works  in,  129.  worthy  of  all  praife 
145,   146,    150. 

Good  works  15,  24,  112.  profit  men,  not  God  16. 

Goodnefs  of  God  8,    103,    m,    i45>    l46- 

Gofpel,  its  glory  and  fuccefs  19,  45,    no.  joyful 
lound  89,  98.  worfhip  and  order  48. 

Government  of  Chrift  45.  from  God  75. 

Grace,  its  evidences,  or  felf-examination  26,  139. 
about  riches  144.  without  merit  16,  32.  of  Chrift 


INDEX-.  8 

45,72.  and  providence  33,  36,  135,  136,   147. 
prefer ving  and  reftoring  138.  truth  and  protedh- 
on  57. tried  byaffliaion  1 7,66, 1 25.  andgiory  84.  • 
Guilt  of  confcience  relieved  38,  32,  51",   130. 

HARVEST  6s,  126,   147.. 
Health,  ficknefs,  and  recovery  6,  30,  31, 
prayed  for  6,  38,  39. 
Heart  known  to  God  139. 
Hearing  of  prayer,  and  falvation,   10,  66,   102. 
Heaven  of  feparate  fouls  17.  the  faint's  dwelling- 
place  24. 
Holinefs,  pardon  and  comfort  4,  defired  119,  nth 

part. 
Hope  indarknefs  13,  77,  143-  of  refurreaion  16, 

71.  and  defpair  in  death  17,  49-  and  prayer  27.. 

for  victory  20.  and  direction  42. 
Hofanna  of  children  8.  for  the  Lord's  day  1 18. 
Humiliation  day  10,   60. 
Humility  and  fubmiffion  131,   139. 
Hypocrites  and  hypocrify  12,  50. 

IDOLATRY  reproved  115,   135. 
Jehovah  68,  83.  reigns  93,  96,  97. 

Jews,  fee  IfraeL 

Imprecation  and  charity  3  5* 

Incarnation  19,  97,  98.  and  facrifice  of  Chrifl4c.' 

Infants  139.  fee  children. 

Inftru&ion  from  God  25.  from  fcripture  119,  4th 
and  7th  parts,  in  piety  34. 

Inftru&ive  afflictions  94. 

Intemperance  punifhed  78.  and  pardoned  107. 

Joy  of  conversion  126. 

Ifrael  faved  from  the  Affyrians  76.  faved  from  E- 
gypt,  and  brought  to  Canaan  135,  136.  77. 
105,  107.  rebellion  and  punimment  78.  punifh- 
ed and  pardoned  106,  107.  travels  in  the  wil- 
der nefs   107. 

Judgment  and  mercy  9,-  68.  day  i?  50^  96,  97. 


9  INDEX. 

98,   149.  feat  of  God  9. 
Juftice  of  providence  9,  and  truth  towards  men  15. 
Juftification  free  32,  130. 

f^NOWLEDGE  defired  19,  119,  9th  part. 

LAW  of  God,  delight  in  it  119. 
Liberality  rewarded  41,   112. 
Life  and  riches  their  vanity  49.  fhort  and  feeble 

89,  90,^144- 

Longing  after  God  63,  42. 

Lord's-day  pfalm  29,   118.  mornings,   19,  63. 

Love  to  our  neighbours  15.  of  Chrift  to  fmners  3$. 
of  God  better  than  life  63.  of  God  unchangea- 
ble 106,  82.  to  enemies  109,  35,  brotherly  133. 

Luxury  punifhed  78.  and  pardon  107. 

MAGISTRATES  warned  58,  82.  qualificati- 
ons 1 01,  raifedand  depofed  J $. 

Majefty  of  God  68.  fee  God. 

Man,  his  vanity  as  mortal  39,  89,  90,  144*  do- 
minion over  creatures  8.  mortai-and  Chrift  eter- 
nal 102.  wonderful  formation  139. 

Marriage  myftical  45. 

Matter  of  a  family  101. 

Melancholy  reproved  42.  and  hope  77.  removed 
126. 

Mercies  common  and  fpecial  68,  103.  fpiritual  and 
temporal  103.  Innumerable  139.  Everlafting 
136.  Recorded  107.  and  truth  of  God  36,  103, 
89,  136. 

Merit  difclaimed  16. 

Midnight  thought  63,  139, 119,  5th  and  6th  Parts' 

Minifters  ordained  132. 

Miracles  in  the  wildernefs  1 1 4. 

Morning  pfalm  3,  141.  of  a  fabbath  5,  19,  63. 

Mortality  of  man  39,49*  9°-  and  U0Pe  89- 

NATIONS  fafety  is  rhe  church  48.  profperity 
67, 144.  blefs'd  and  punifhed  107. 


INDEX, 


10 


National  deliverance  67,  75,  76,  124,  126.  defola- 
tions,  the  church's  fafety  and  triumph  in  them  46. 
Nature  of  man  139. 

OBEDIENCE  iincere32,  18, 139.  better  than 
facrifice  50. 
Old  age,  death  90.  and  refurrection  17,  89. 

PARDON,  holinefs  and  comfort  4.  of  backm'd- 
ing    78.  and    direction    25.    and  repentance 

prayed  for  38.  and  confefiion  32.  of  original  and 

actual  fin  51.  . 
Patience  under  afflictions  39.  under  persecutions 

37,  44.  in  darknefs  yy^  130,  131. 
Peace  and  holinefs  encouraged  34. 
Perfections  of  God  1 1 1 ,   145,   147,  36. 
Perfecuted  faints  35,  44,  74,  80,  83. 
Perfecution  deliverance  from  it  7,  53,  94.  courage 

in  it  119,   1 7th  part. 
Perfecutors  punifhed  7,   129,   149.  their  folly  14, 

complained  of  35,  44,  74,  80,  83.  deliverance 

from  them  94,  9,   10. 
Perfeverence  138.  in  trials  119,   17th  part. 
Peftilence,  prefervation  in  it  91. 
Piety,  inftruction  therein  34. 
Pity  to  theafflided  41.  See  charity,  God. 
Pleading  without  repining  39,   123.  the  promifes 

119,   iothpart. 
Poor,  charity  to  them  15,   37,  41,   112. 
Portion  of  faints  and  finners  11,   17,  37. 
Poverty  confeffed  1 6. 
Practical  atheifm  14,  36. 
Praife  to  God  from  children  8.  for  creation  and 

providence  33,    104..  to  our  Creator  100.  from 

all  creatures  148.  for  eminent  deliverances  34, 

118.  general  86,   145,   150.  for  the  gofpei  98. 

for  health  reftored  30,   116.  for  hearing  prayer 

66,   102,-  to  Jefus  Chrift  45.  from  alf  nations 

117.  and    prayer,   public  65.    for  protection. 


XI  I    N ;,  D    E    X. 

grace,  and  truth  57.  for  providence  and  grace 

Prffer  heared  4,  34,  65,  66.  in  &£*£**% 
and  hope  of  vidory  24.  p*«%  public  65.  and 
hope  27  in  the  church's  diftrefs  80.  heard,  and 
Zion  reftored  102.  and  praife  for  deliverance  34. 

Preferving  grace  138.  ,  . 

Prefervation  in  public  dangers  46,  91'  II2'  dal" 

Pride  and  atheifm  and  oppreffion  punifhed  10,  12, 
Priefthood  of  Chrift  51,   no. 
Princes  vain  62,   146. 

Profeffion  of  fincerity  and  repentance,  &c.  119, 
<id  part.   139,  falfe5o.  , 

Promifes   and  threatnings  81,  pleaded  119,  10th 

part. 
Profperity  dangerous  $$,  73. 
Profperous  Aimers  curled  37,  49,  73-  .  , 

Protection,  truth,  and  grace  57.  by  day  and  night 

Providence,  its  wifdom  and  equity  9.  and  creation 
°<  3<,*36,  and  grace,  36,  i47-  ^perfec- 
tions!3of  Go3d  36.  its  myftery  unfolded  73.  re- 
corded 77,  78,  i°7,  in  air  earth  andfea  35,05, 

Pfalm   for4'fol4diers    x8,  60,  for  old   age  7',  |°r 
hufbandmen  65,  for  a  funeral  89,  90,  *?; •   ™ 
Lord's  day  92.  before  prayer  95.  before  fermon 
ibid,    for  magiftrates  1  o  1 .  for  noteholders .  1 01 
for  mariners  107.    for  gluttons  and  drunkards 

Public' praife  for  private  mercies  1 1 6,  1 1 8,  for  de- 
liverance 124.  worfhip  attended  on  122. 
Punilhment  of  finners  1,    11,  37-      . 

QUALIFICATIONS  of  a  Chnftian  15,  24. 
Quickening  grace  119,   iGth  part. 


INDEX.  -        .22 

RAIN  from  heaven  135,  6$,  147. 
Recovery  from  ficknefs  6,  30,  116. 
Relative  duties  15,    133. 

Religion  and  juftice  15.  in  words  and  deeds  37, 
Religious  education  34,  78. 
Remembrance  of  former  deliverances  77,   143. 
Repentance,  confeiTion,  and  pardon  32,  and  faith 

in  the  blood  of  Chrift  51. 
Reproach  removed  31,  ^y. 
Refignation39,   123,   131. 
Refolutions,  holy  119,    15th  part. 
Refloring  grace  138,  23. 
Refurre&ion  and  death  of  Chrift  2,  16.  of  the  faints 

16,   17,  49,  71.  and  death  49,  71,  89. 
Reverence  in  worfhip  89,  99. 
Riches,  their  vanity  49.  compared  with  grace  144. 
Righteoufnefs  from  Chrifl  71, 
QACRIFICE40,  51,  69.  incarnation  of  Chrift 

Safety'in  public  dangers  91.  in  God  61.  and  de- 
light in  the  church  27. 

Saints  happy,  and  finners  curfed  1,  it,  119,  ifl 
part,  the  bed  company  16.  characterized  15,  24. 
dwell  in  heaven  15,  24.  punimed  andfaved  78, 
106.  God's  care  of  them  34.  reward  at  lad  50, 
90,  92.  patience  and  world's  hatred  37.  chaf- 
tifed,  and  finners  deftroyed  94.  die,  but  Chrifl: 
lives  102. 

Salvation  of  faints  10,  and  triumph  18.  and  de- 
fencein  God  62.  by  Chrift  69,   85. 

San&ified  afflictions  119,  lad  part.  94. 

Satan  fubdued  3,  6,   13. 

Scripture  compared  with  nature  19,  119,  7th 
part,  inftru&ion  from  it  119,  4th  part,  delight 
in  it  119,  5th  and  1 8th  parts,  holinefs  and  com- 
fort from  it  119,  6th  part,  variety  and  excel- 
lency  119,  3th  part. 


i3  I    N    D    E    X. 

Seafons  of  the  year  6$,   147. 

Seaman's  fong  107. 

Secret  devotion  119,  2d  part,  34. 

Seeking  God  63,   27. 

Self-examination,  or  evidences  of  grace  26,   139. 

Separate  fouls,  heaven  of  17. 

Sickbed  devotion  (5,  38,  39,   116. 

Sicknefs  healed  6,  30,   116. 

Signs  of  Chrift's  coming  12,  96,  &c. 

Sin  of  nature  14.  original  and  actual,  confeffed  and 

pardon  51.  univerfal  14. 
Sincerity  19,  29,   32,   139.  proved  and  rewarded 

18. 
Sins  of  the  tongue  12,  34,  50. 
Slander,  deliverance  from  it  3 1 ,    120. 
Souls  in  a  feparate  (late  17,   146,  Ko.^ 
Spirit  given  at  Chrift's  alcenfion  68.  his  teaching 

defired  119,  9th  part,  51. 
Spiritual  enemies  overcome  3,   18,    144.  bleflings 

and  punifhments  81. 
Spring  6$.  and  fummer  6$,  104.    and  winter  147. 
Strength,  repentance,  and  pardon,  prayed  for  38. 
SubmifTion  123,  131.    to  Chrift  2.    to  ficknefs  39. 
Sufferings  and  death  of  Chrift  22.  and  kingdom  of 

Chrift  2,  22,  69,  110. 
Support  and  counfel  from  God  16.  for  the  afflicted 

and  tempted  55.  and  comfort  in  God  94,    119, 

14th  part. 

TEMPTATIONS  overcome  3, 18.  in  ficknefs.  6. 
Thanks  public,   for  private  mercies  116,  118. 
Threatenings  and  promifes  8 1 . 
Thunder  and  ftorm  39,  135,  136,  148. 
Times,  evil,  11,  12. 
Tongue  governed  34,  39. 
Truft  in  the  creatures  vain  62,   146. 

VANITY  of  man  as  mortal  39,  89,    144*    °* 
life  and  riches  40,- 


INDEX.  I4 

Vengeance  and  companion  68,  againft  the  enemies 

of  the  church  y6,   149. 
Vineyard  of  God  wafted  80. 
Unbelief  and  envy  cured  37.  puniihed  95. 
Unchangeable  God  89,   1 1 1. 
Vows  paid  in  the  church    116.  of  holinefs   119, 

15th  part. 

WAR,  prayer  in  time  of  it  20.  difappointments 
therein  60.  victory  18,  fpiritual  18,   144. 
Warnings  of  God  to  his  people  81. 
Watchfulnefs  19,  141,  over  the  tongue  39. 
Weather  65,   107,  135,  147,  148. 
Wickednefs  of  man  14,  36,  51. 
Winter  and  fummer  147. 
"\JTifdom  and  equity  of  providence  9.  of  God  in 

his  works  1 1 1 . 
Worksof  creation  and  providence  104,  147,  148. 

and  grace  19,  33,   hi,  135,  136.  good  works 

profit  men,  not  God  16. 
World's  hatred  and  faints  patience,  ^y, 
Worfhip  and  order  of  the  gofpel  48.  delight  in  it 

84.  with  reverence  89,  99.  daily  5$,  134,  141, 

in.a  family  133.  public  63,  84,   122,  132.  Ab~ 

fence  from  it  63. 
Wrath  and  mercy  from  the  judgment-ftat  9, 

ZEAL  and  prudence  39. 
Zion,  its  citizens  15. 


THE 

P  5  ALMS  of  DAVID, 

-   Imitated  tn    the  language  of  the 

N  E   W  -  T  E   S  T   A  M   E   N  T, 


PSALM   I.     Common  Metre. 
The  way  and  end  of  the  righteous  and  the  wicked. 

i  T>  LESS'd  is  the  man  who  fhuns  the  place 

J  Where  finners  love  to  meet ; 
Who  fears  to  tread  their  wicked  ways, 

And  hates  the  fcoffer's  feat, 
s  But  in  the  itatutes  of  the  Lord 

Has  plac'd  his  chief  delight  ;  ^ 

By  day  he  reads  or  hears  the  word, 

And  meditates  by  night. 
[3  He  like  a  plant  of  generous  kind 

By  living  waters  fet, 
Safe  from  the  ftorms  and  blading  wind, 

Enjoys  a  peaceful  ftate.] 

4  Green  as  the  leaf,  and  ever  fair, 
Shall  his  profefiion  mine  ; 

While  fruits  of  holinefs  appear 
Like  cluflers  on  the  vine. 

5  Not  fo  th*  impious  and  unjuft  : 
What  vain  defigns  they  form  I 

Their  hopes  are  blown  away  like  dud, 
Or  chaff,  before  the  florm. 

B 


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16  PSALMS 

6  Sinners  in  judgment  mall  not  ftand 
Among  the  fons  of  grace, 

When  Chrift,  the  judge,  at  his  right  hand 
Appoints  his  faints  a  place. 

7  His  eye  beholds  the  path  they  tread, 
His  heart  approves  it  well  ; 

But  crooked  ways  of  finners  lead 
Down  to  the  gates  of  hell. 

PSALM    I.     Short  Metre. 
The  faint  happy,  the/inner  miferable. 
'HE  man  is  ever  blefs'd 
Who  fhuns  the  Tinner's  ways, 
Among  their  councils  never  (lands, 
Nor  take  the  fcorner's  place. 

2  But  makes  the  law  of  God 
His  ftudy  and  delight, 

Amidft  the  labours  of  the  day, 
And  watches  of  the  night. 

3  He  like  a  tree  fnall  thrive, 
With  waters  near  the  root  : 

Frefn  as  the  leaf  his  name  mail  live, 
His  works  are  heav'nly  fruit. 

4  Not  fo  th*  ungodly  race, 
They  no  fuch  bleffings  find  : 

Their  hopes  mall  flee  like  empty  chaff 
Before  the  driving  wind. 

5  How  will  they  bear  to  (land 
Before  that  judgment-feat, 

Where  all  the  faints  at  ChrifVs  right  hand 
In  full  afiembly  meet  ? 

6  He  knows,  and  he  approves, 
The  way  the  righteous  go  ; 

But  finners,  and  their  works,  mall  moct 
A  dreadful  overthrow. 


PSALMS.  17. 

PSALM     I.     Long  Metre. 
The  difference  between  the  righteous  and  the  wicked* 

1  T  TAPPY  the  man,  whofe  cautious  feet 
O  Shun  the  broad  way  that  Tinners  go, 

Who  hates  the  place  where  Atheifts  meet, 
And  fears  to  talk  as  fcoffers  do. 

2  He  loves  t'employ  his  morning  light 
Amongft  the  ftatutes  of  the  Lord  : 

And  fpends  the  wakeful  hours  of  night 
With  pleafure,  pond'ring  o'er  the  word. 

3  He,  like  a  plant  by  gentle  ftreame, 
Shall  flourifh  in  immortal  green  ■ 

And  heav'n  will  mine  with  kindeft  beams 
On  ev'ry  work  his  hands  begin. 

4  But  finners  find  their  councils  crofs'd ; 
As  chaffbefore  the  temped  flies, 

So  mail  their  hopes  be  blown  and  loft, 
When  the  lad  trumpet  makes  thefkies. 

5  In  vain  the  rebel  feeks  to  ftand 
In  judgment  with^he  pious  race  : 

The  dreadful  judge,  with  ftern  command, 
Divides  him  to  a  diff'rent  place. 

6  u  Strait  is  the  way  my  faints  have  trode, 
"  I  blefs'd  the  path,  and  drew  it  plain, 

"  But  you  would  chufe  the  crooked  road  -> 
"  And  down  it  leads  to  endlefs  pain." 

PSALM    II.    Short  Metre. 
Tranflated  according  to  the  divine  pattern. 

Ads  iv.  24,  &c. 
Chrift  dying,  rijtng,  interceding,  and  reigmng. 
[1  "?& /TAKER and  fov'reign  Lord 

JlVA   Of  heav'n,  and  earth,  and  feas, 
Thy  providence  confirms  thy  word, 
And  anfwers  thy  decrees. 


i8  PSALMS. 

2  The  things  fo  long  foretold 
By  David,  are  fulfill^, 

When  Jews  and  Gentiles  join  to  flay 
Jefus,  thine  holy  child.] 

3  Why  did  the  Gentiles  rage, 
And  Jews  with  one  accord, 

Bend  all  their  counfels  to  deftroy 
Th'  Anointed  of  the  Lord? 

4  Rulers  and  kings  agree 
To  form  a  vain  defign  ; 

Againit  the  Lord  their  pow'rs  unite, 
Againft  his  Chrift  they  join. 

5  The  Lord  derides  their  rage, 
And  will  fupport  his  throne  ; 

He  that  hath  rais'd  him  from  the  dead 
Hath  own'd  him  for  his  foil. 

pause, 

6  Now  he's  afcended  high, 
To  rule  the  fubjeft  earth  ; 

The  merit  of  his  blood  he  pleacls, 
And  pleads  his  heav'nly  birth. 

7  Beneath  his  fov'reignfway  j 
The  Gentile  nations  bend  : 

Far  as  the  world's  remotefl  bounds 
His  .kingdom  mail  extend. 

8  The  nations  that  rebel 
Mud  feel  his  iron  rod  ; 

He'll  vindicate  thofe  honours  well 

Which  he  receiv'd  from  God. 
[9  Be  wife,  ye  rulers  now, 

And  worfhip  at  his  throne  ; 
With  trembling  joy,  ye  people,  bow 

To  God's  exalted  Son. 
10  If  once  his  wrath  arife, 

Ye  perifh  on  the  place  : 
Then  bieffed  is  the  foul  that  flies 

For  refuge  to  his  grace.] 


PSALMS.  19 

PSALM    II.     Common  Metre. 

1  TTTHY  did  the  nations  join  to  flay 

VV     The  Load's  anointed  Son  ? 
Why  did  they  caft  his  laws  away, 
And  tread  his  gofpel  down  ? 

2  The  Lord,  that  fits  above  the  ikies? 
Derides  their  rage  below, 

He  fpeaks  with  vengeance  in  his  eyes,     ' 
^.nd  ftrikes  their  fpirits  through, 

3  s<  I  call  him  my  eternal  Son, 

"  And  raife  him  from  the  dead  : 
"  I  make  my  holy  hill  his  throne, 
"  And  wide  his  kingdom  fpread. 

4  "  Afk  me,  my  Son,  and  then  enjoy 
"  The  utmoft  heathen  lands; 

"  Thy  rod  of  iron  (hall  deftroy 
"  The  rebel  that  withftands." 

5  Be  wife,_ye  ruljfcpf  the  earth. 
Obey  th'  anointea  Lord  ; 

Adore  the  king  of  heav'nly  birth, 
And  tremble  at  hj^vord. 

6  With  humble  love  addrefs  his  throne .j 
For  if  he  frown  ye  die  : 

Thofe  are  fecure,  and  thofe  alone, 
"Who  'on  his  grace  rely. 

PSALM    II.'   Long  Metre. 

ChriftiJrdeaih,rmrreaion,anda/cevflcn, 

1  -\% THY  did  the  jews  proclaim  their  rage?  . 

VV     The  Romans  whY  their  fwords  employ 
Againft  the  Lord  ?  their  powers  engage 
His  dear  anointed  to  defer  oy  ? 

2  "  Come,  let  us  break  his  bands,  they  fay  : 
"  This  man  fhajl  never  give  us  laws  i*?. 

And  thus  they  csft  his  yoke  away, 
And  naii'dth-  monarch  to  the  crof?, 
B  2 


io  PSALMS. 

3  But  God,  who  high  in  glory  reigns, 
Laughs  at  their  pride,  their  rage  controuls  J 

He'll  fmite  their  heart  with  inward  pains, 
And  fpeak  in  thunder  to  their  fouls. 

4  "  I  will  maintain  the  king  I  made 
"  On  Zion's  everlafting  hill, 

"  My  hand  fhall  bring  him  from  the  dead, 
"  And  he  (hall  (land  your  Sovereign  ftiii." 

[5  His  wond'rous  rifmg  from  the  earth  t* 

Makes  his  eternal  Godhead  known  : 

The  Lord  declares  his  heav'nly  birth  : 
C£  This  day  have  I  begot  my  Son. 

6  "  Afcend,  my  Son,  to  my  rigB^foand, 
"  There  thou  malt  afk  and  I  beftbw 

"  The  utmofl  bounds  of  heathen*lands  : 

"  To  thee  their  fuppliant  tribes  fhall  bow/9]} 

7  But  nations  that  reftd  his  grace 
Shall  fall  beneath  his  lifted^Pp  > 

His  arms  fhali  crufh  th*  impious  race 
That  dare  provoke  th'  averting  God. 

p     a     u      s     E. 

8  Now  ye  that  fit  on  earthly  thrones, 

Be  wife,  and  ferve  the  Lord,  the  Lamb  y 
Now  to  his  feet  fubmit  your  crowns, 
Rejoice  and  tremble  at  his  name. 

9  With  humble  love  addrefs  the  Son, 
Left  he  grow  angry,  and  ye  die  ; 

His  wrath  will  burn  to  worlds  unknown, 
Hfs  love  gives  life  above  the  fey. 

10  His  ftorms  (hall  quell  the  ftubborn  foe, 
And  fink  his  honours  in  the  dull  9 

Kappy  the  fouls  their  God  that  know, 
And  make  his  grace  their  only  truih 


PSALMS.  21 

PSALM    III.     Common  Metre. 

Doubts  and  fears  fuppreffed :  or,   God  our  defence 
from  fin  and  Satan* 

i  1% /|"Y  God,  how  many  are  my  fears! 

1 V A  **ow  feft  m?  ^oes  mcreafe  ! 
Confpiring  my  eternal  death, 
They  break  my  prefent  peace. 

a  Jhe  lying  tempter  would  perfuade 

^There's  no  relief  in  Heaven, 
And  all  my  growing  fms  appear 

Too  great  to  be  forgiv'n. 
3  But  thou,  my  glory  and  my  flrength^        % 

Shalt  on  th&iahpter  tread, 
Shalt  filence  all'my  threatening  guilt, 

And  raife  my  drooping  head. 
[4  I  cry'd,  and  from  his  holy  hill 
f     He  bow'd  a  lift'ning  ear  ; 
I  caird  My  Fathe^nd  my  God, 

And  he  fubdu'd  my^fear. 

5  He  fhed  foft  Humors  on  mine  eyes, 
In  fpite  of  ail  my  roes  ; 

I  woke,  andwonder'd  at  the  grace 
That  guarded  my  repofe.] 

6  What  though  the  holts  of  Death  and  Hell, 
All  arm'd,  againfl  me  flood  ; 

Terrors  no  more  (hall  make  my  foul, 
My  refuge  is  my  God. 

7  Arife,  OLord,  fulfill  thy  grace, 
While  I  thy  glory  iing  : 

My  God  hath  broke  the  ferpent's  teeth, 
And  death  hath  loft  his  fling. 

8  Salvation  to  the  Lord  belongs. 
His  arm  alone  can  fave  : 

Bleflings  attend  thy  people  here, 
And  reach  beyond  the  grave, 


22  PSA    L     M     S. 

PSALM  III.  ver.  i,2,  3,4,  5,  8.  Long  Metre. 
A  morning pf aim* 

1  f~^\  LORD,  how  many  are  my  foes 

\_JJ    In  this  weak  ftate  of  fiefli  and  blood  ?■    : 
My  peace  they  daily  difcompofe  ; 
But  my  defence  and  hope  is  God. 

2  Tir'd  with  the  burdens  of  the  day, 
To  thee  I  rais'd  an  evening  cry  ; 

Thou  heard' ft  when  I  began  to  pray ; 
And  thine  almighty  help  was  nigh. 

3  Supported  by  thine  heav'nly  aid, 
I  laid  me  down,  and  flept  fecure  ; 

Not  death  fhould  make  my  heart  afraid, 
Though  I  fhould  wake  and  rife  no  more* 

4  But  God  fuftain'd  me  all  the  night  j 
Salvation  doth  to  God  belong  ; 

He  rais'd  my  head  to  fee  the  Wtf* 

And  makes  his  praife  my  morning  fong. 

PSALM  IV.  ver.   1,2,3,^5,6,7.  Long  Met. 

Hearing  of  prayer  :  or,  God  oW  portion,  andChriJl 
our  hope. 

1  f~\  GOD  of  grace  and  righteoufnefs, 
V^    Hear  and  attend  when  I  complain  j 

Thou  haft  enlarg'd  me  in  diftrefs, 
Bow  down  a  gracious  ear  again. 

2  Ye  fons  of  men,  in  vain  ye  try 
To  turn  my  glory  into  fhame  : 

How  long  will  fcoffers  love  to  lie, 

And  dare  reproach  my  Saviour's  name  ? 

3  Know  that  the  Lord  divides  his  faints 
From  all  che  tribes  of  men  befide  : 

Ke  hears  and  pities  their  complaints, 
For  the  dear  lake  of  Chriil  that  died, 


PSALMS.  23 

When  our  obedient  hands  have  done 
A  thoufand  works*  of  righteoufnefs, 
We  put  our  truft  in  God  alone, 
And  glory  in  his  pard'ning  grace. 

5  Let  the  unthinking  many  fay, 

"  Who  will  beftowfome  earthly  good  ?'* 
But,  Lord,  thy  light  and  love  we  pray  : 
Our  fouls  denre  this  heav'nly  food. 

6  Then  fliall  my  cheerful  pow'rs  rejoice 
At  grace  divine,  and  love  fo  great, 

Nor  will  I  change  my  happy  choice 
For  all  their  wealth  andboafted  (late. 

PSALM    IV.    ver.  3,-4,  5>  8.  Common  Metre. 
An  evening  pfalm. 

1  T     ORD,  thou  wilt  hear  me  when  I  pray  ; 
I  j   I  am  forever  thine  ; 

1  fear  before  thee  all  the  day, 

Nor  would  I  dare  to  fin. 

2  And  while  I  reft  my  weary  head, 
From  cares  and  bus'nefs  free, 

'Tis  fweet  converting  on  my  bed 
With  my  own  he#rt  and  thee. 

3  I  pay  this  ev'ning  facrifice  y 
And  when  my  work  is  done, 

Great  God,  my  faith  and  hope  relies 
Upon  thy  grace  alone. 

4  Thus,  with  my  thoughts  compos'd  to  peace, 
I'll  give  mine  eyes  to  fleep  ; 

Thy  hand  in  fafety  keeps  my  days, 
And  will  my  flumbers  keep. 

PSALM    V.    Common  Metre. 

For  the  Lord's  day  morning* 
1  T     ORD,  in  the  morning  thou  fhalt  hear 

\  j   My  voice  afcending  high  j 
To  thee  will  I  direct  my  pray'r, 

To  thee  lift  up  mine  eye. 


m  B    S     A    L     M    S. 

2  Up  to  the  hills  where  Chrift  is  gone 
To  plead  for  all  his  fairtf  s/ 

Prefenting  at  his  father's  throne 
Our  fongs  and  our  complaints. 

3  Thou  art  a  God,  before  whofe  fight 
^  The  wicked  mail  not  (land  : 

Sinners  mail  ne'er  be  thy  delight, 
Nor  dwell  at  thy  right  hand. 

4  But  to  thy  houfe  will  I  refort, 
To  tafle  thy  mercies  there  y 

I  will  frequent  thy  holy  court, 
And  worfhip  in  thy  fear. 

5  O  may  thy  fpirit  guide  my  feet 
In  ways  of  righteoufnefs  ! 

Make  every  path  of  duty  ftraight, 
And  place  before  my  face. 

pause. 

6  My  watchful  enemies  combine 
To  tempt  my  feet  art  ray  ; 

They  flatter  with  a  bafe  defign, 
To  make  my  foul  their  prey. 

7  Lord,  crufh  the  ferpent  in  the  duft, 
Arid  all  his  plots  deftroy  ; 

While  thofe  that  in  thy  mercy  truft, 
For  ever  fhoutfor  joy. 

8  The  men  that  love  and  fear  thy  name, 
Shall  fee  their  hopes  fulfilled  : 

The  mighty  God  will  compafs  them 
With  favour  as  a  fhield. 

PSALM    VI.    Common  Metre. 
Complaint  inficknefs  -:  or,  Difeafes  healed* 
i  IN  anger,  Lord,  do  not  chaflife, 
JL  Withdraw  the  dreadful  florin, 
Nor  let  thine  awful  wrath  arife, 
Againfl  a  feeble  worm. 


P    S     A    L     M     S. 

2  My  foul  bow'd  down  with  heavy  cares. 
My  flefh  with  pain  opprefs'd, 

My  couch  is  witnefs  to  my  tears, 
My  tears  forbid  my  reft. 

3  Sorrow  and  grief  wear  out  my  days  : 
I  wade  the  night  with  cries, 

And  count  the  minutes  as  they  pafs, 
'Till  the  flow  morning  rife. 

4  Shall  I  be  ftill  tormented  more  ? 
My  eyes  confum'd  with  grief? 

How  long,  my  God,  how  long,  before 
Thine  hand  affords  relief  ? 

5  He  hears  his  mourning  children  fpeak, 
He-  pities  all  our  groans, 

He  faves  us  for  his  mercy's  fake, 
And  heals  our  broken  bones. 

6  The  virtue  of  his  fov'reign  word 
Reftores  our  fainting  breath  ; 

For  filent  graves  praife  not  the  Lord, 
Nor  is  he  known  in  death. 

PSALM    VI.    Long  Metre.  ' 
Temptations  inficknefs  overcome. 
i  "j"     ORD,  I  can  fuffer  thy  rebukes, 

I  A   When  thou  with  kindnefs  dolt  chaftife  ; 
But  thy  fierce  wrath  I  cannot  bear, 
G  let  it  not  againft  me  rife  ! 

2  Pity  my  languifhing  eftate, 
And  eafe  the  for  rows  that  I  feel  : 

The  wounds  thine  heavy  hand  hath  mads, 
O  let  thy  gentler  touches  heal ! 

3  See  how  in  fighs  I  pafs  my  days, 
And  wafte-in  groans  the  weary  night'; 

My  bed  is  water'd  with  my  tears  : 

My  grief  confumes  and  dims  my  fight, 


*5 


26  P    S     A    L    M    S. 

4  Look  how  the  powers  of  nature  mourn  ! 
How  long,  almighty  God,  how  long, 

When  fhall  thine  hour  of  grace  return  ? 
When  fhall  I  make  thy  grace  my  fong  ? 

5  I  feel  my  flefh  fo  near  the  grave, 
My  thoughts  are  tempted  to  defpair  ; 

But  graves  can  never  praife  the  Lord, 
For  all  is  dud  and  filence  there. 

6  Depart,  ye  tempters,  from  my  foul, 
And  all  defpairing  thoughts  depart ; 

My  God,  who  hears  my  humble  moan, 
Will  eafe  my  flefh,  and  cheer  my  heart. 
PSALM    VII.    Common  Metre. 
God's  care  of  his  people,  and  puriijhment  of  perfecu- 

tors. 
i  l\/TYtrufl:  is  in  my  heav'nly  friend, 

_ V A   My  hope  in  thee,  my  God  : 
Rife,  and  my  helplefs  life  defend 
From  thofe  that  feek  my  blood. 

2  With  infolence  and  fury  they 
My  foul  in  pieces  tear, 

As  hungry  lions  rend  the  prey 
When  no  deliv'rer's  near. 

3  If  e'er  my  pride  provok'd  them  fir  ft. 
Or  once  abus'd  my  foe, 

Then  let  them  tread  my  life  to  duft, 
And  lay  my  honour  low. 

4  If  there  be  malice  found  in  me, 
I  know  thy  piercing  eyes ; 

I  fhouid  not  dare  appeal  to  thee, 
Nor  a(k  my  God  to  rife. 

5  rife,  my  God,  lift  up  thy  hand, 
I. heir  pride  and  power  controul; 

Awake  to  judgnk  nt,  and  command  - 
Deliv'rance  for  my  foul. 


PSALMS.  |; 

PAUSE. 

£6  Let  finners,  and  their  wicked  rage 

Be  humbled  to  the  duff  ; 
Shall  not  the  God  of  truth  engage 

To  vindicate  thejufl? 

7  He  knows  the  heart,  he  tries  the  reins, 
He  will  defend  th'  upright ; 

His  fharpeft  arrows' he  ordains 
Againft  the  fons  of  fpight. 

8  Though  leagu'd  in  guile,  their  malice  fpread 
A  fnare  before  my  way. 

Their  mifchiefs  on  their  impious  head 
His  vengeance  mall  repay.] 

9  That  cruel  persecuting  race 
Muft  feel  his  dreadful  fword  : 

Awake,  my  foul,  and  praife  the  grace 
Andjuftice  of  the  Lord. 

PSALM    VIII.     Short  Metre. 

God's /over -eignty  and  goodnefs,  and  maris  dominion 

over  the  creatures, 

1  C*\  LORD>  our  heav'nly  king, 

\J     Thy  name  is  all  divine ; 
.Thy  glories  round  the  earth  are  ipread, 

And  o'er  the  heav'ns  they  mine1. 
3  When  to  thy  works  on  high 

I  raife  my  wond'ring  eyes, 
And  fee  the  moon,  complete  in  light, 

Adorn  the  darkfome  ikies  j 

3  When  I  furvey  the  (tars, 
And  all  their  mining  forms, 

Lord,  what  is  man,  that  worthkfs  thing. 
A-km  to  dull  and  worms  ? 

4  Lord,  what  is  worthlefs  man, 
That  thou  mould  love  him  [q  ? 

Next  to  thine  angels  is  lie  plac'dj 
And  lord ;of  all  below. 

C 


s3  PSALM    S. 

5  Thine  honours  crown  his  head, 
While  hearts,  like  Jflaves,  obey, 

And  birds  that  cut  the  air  with  wings, 
And  fifti  that  cleave  the  fea. 

6  How  rich  thy  bounties  are  ! 
And  wond'rous  are  thy  ways  : 

Of  dud  and  worms  thy  power  can  frame, 

A  monument  of  praife. 
[7  From  mouths  of  feeble  babes 

And  fucklings  thou  canft  draw 
Surprifing  honors  to  thy  name, 

And  ftrike  the  world  with  awe. 
8  O  Lord,  our  heav'nly  king, 

Thy  name  is  all  divine  : 
Thy  glories  round  the  earth  are  fpread, 

And  o'er  the  heav'ns  they  ftiine.] 

PSALM    VIII.     Common  Metre. 
ChrifFs   condefcerjion   and  glorification ;    or,    God 

made  man. 
j  g~>*   LORD,  our  Lord,  how  wond'rous  great, 

\_J     Is  thine  exalted  name  ? 
The  glories  of  thy  heav'nly  ftate 

Let  men  and  babes  proclaim. 

2  When  I  behold  thy  works  on  high, 
The  moon  that  rules  the  night, 

And  mining  ftars  that  gracethe  iky, 
Thofe  moving  worlds  of  light. 

3  Lord,  what  is  man,  or  all  his  race, 
Who  dwells  fo  far  below, 

That  thou  fhouldft  vifit  him  with  grace, 
And  love  his  nature  fo  ? 

4  That  thine  eternal  Son  mould  bear 
To  take  a  mortal  form, 

Made  lower  than  his  angels  are, 
To  fave  a  dying  worm. 


P     S     A     L     M     S.  29 

£5  Yet  while  he  liv'd  on  earth  unknown; 

And  men  would  not  adore, 
Behold  obedient  nature  own 
-    His  godhead  and  his  pow'r. 

6  3  he  waves  lay  fpread  beneath  his  feet, 
And  fifh,  at  his  command, 

Bring  their  large  fhoals  to  Peter's  net, 
Bring  tribute  to  his  hand. 

7  Thefe  leffer  glories  of  the  Son 
Shone  through  the  flemy  cloud ; 

Nov/  we  behold  him  on  his  throne, 
And  men  confefs  him  God.] 

8  Let  him  with  majefty  be  crown'd, 
Who  bow'd  his  head  to  death  5 

And  his  eternal  honors  found, 
From  all  things  that  have  breath. 

9  Jefus,  our  Lord,  how  wond'rous  great 
Is  thine  exalted  name  ! 

The  glories  of  thy  heav'nly  ftate 
Let  the  whole  earth  proclaim. 

PSALM  VIII.  ver.  1,2.  paraphrafed. 
Firfl  part.    Long  Metre. 

The  h  of  anna  of  the  children;  or,  Infants  graying 

God. 
1     A   LMIGHTY  ruler  of  the  fides, 

JLjL  Thro'  the  wide  earth  thy  name  is  fpread, 
And  thine  eternal  glories  rife 

O'er  all  the  heav'ns  thy  hands  have  made* 
o,  To  thee  the  voices  of  the  young 

Their  founding  notes  of  honour  raifej 
And  babes  with  uninftrucled  tongue, 

Declare  the  wonders  of  thy  praife* 
3  Thy  power  afiifts  their  tender  age 

To  bring  proud  rebels  to  the  ground. 
To  dill  the  bold  blafphemer's  rage, 

And  all  their  policies  confound* 


*o  PSALM    S« 


4  Children  amidft  thy  temple  throng 
To  fee  thejr  great  Redeemer's  face ; 

The  Son  o£*David  is  their  long, 
And  loucT  hofannas  fill,  the  place . 

5  The  frowning  fcribes  and  angry  priefts 
In  vain  their  impious  cavils  bring  j 

Revenge  fits  filent  in  their  breads, .. 
While  jewiih  babes  proclaim  their  king. 
PSALM  VIII.  ver.  3,  &c.  paraphrafed. 
Second  Part.     Long  Metre. 
Adam  and  Chrift,  lords  of  the  old  and  new  creation* 

1  1       ORD,  what  was  man  when  made  at  firft, 
JL4     Adam,  the  offspring  of  the  duft, 

That  thou  mould'it  fet  him  and  his  race 
But  juit  below  an  angel's  place  ? 

2  That  thou  mould'fl  raife  his  nature  fo, 
And  make  him  lord  of  all  below, 

Make  every  beail  and  bird  fubmit, 
And  lay  the  rimes  at  his  feet. 

3  But  O  !  what  brighter  glories  wait 

4  To  crown  the  fecond  Adam's  ftate  ! 
What  honors  fhall  thy  fon  adorn, 

Who  condefcended  to  be  born  ? 

4  See  him  below  his- angels  made  ; 
Behold  him  number'd  with  the  dead, 

To  fave  a  ruin'd  world  from  fin  : 
But  he  mail  reign  with  pow'r  divine. 

5  The  world  to  come,  redeem'd  from  all 
The  mis'ries  that  attend  the  fall, 

New-made  and  glorious,  fhall  fubmit 

At  our  exalted  Saviour's  feet. 

PSALM    IX.     Firft  Part.  Common  Metre. 

-     Wrath  and  mercy  from  the  judgment-feat* 
1  "\TTITH  my  whole  heart  I'll  raife  my  fong, 

V  V     Thiy  wonders  I'll  proclaim  ; 
Thou  fov'reign  judge  of  right  and  wrong 

Will  put  thy  foes  to  ihame. 


PSALMS.  31 

2  I'll  fmg  thy.majefty  and  grace  ^ 
My  God  prepares  his  throne 

To  judge  the  world  in  righteoufnefs, 
And  make  his  vengeance  known. 

3  Then  {hall  the  Lord  a  refuge  prove 
For  all  the  poor  opprefs'd  ; 

To  fave  the  people  of  his  love, 
And  give  the  weary  reft. 

4  The  men  that  know  thy  name  will  truft 
In  thy  abundant  grace: 

For  thou  haft  ne'er  forfook  the  juft, 
Who  humbly  feek  thy  face. 

5  Sing  praifes  to  the  righteous  Lord, 
Who  dwells  on  -Zion's  hill, 

Who  executes  his  thfeat'ning  word, 

Whofe  work  his  grace  fulfil. 

PSALM   IX.    ver.  12.  Second  Part.   Common 

Metre. 

The  wifdom  and  equity  of  Providence. 

i  TTTHEN  the  great  judge,  fupreme  and  juft, 

W     Shall  once  inquire  for  blood, 
The  humble  fouls  that  mourn  in  duft 
Shall  find  a  faithful  God, 

2  He  from  the  dreadful  gates  of  death 
Does  his  own  children  raiie  ; 

In  Zion's  gates,  with  cheerful  breath. 
They  fmg  their  fathers  praife. 

3  His  foes  mall  fall,  with  heedlefs  feet> 
Into  the  pit  they  made  ; 

And  iinners  perifh  in  the  net 
.  That  their  own  hands  have  fpread. 

4  Thus  by  thy  judgment,  mighty  God, 

Are  thy  deep  counfeis.  known  ;  "" 

When  men  of  mif  chief  are  deitroy'i 
In  fnares  that  were  their  own, 
C  a 


32  PSALMS. 

PAUSE. 

5  The  wicked  fhall  fink  down  to  hell  j 
Thy  wrath  devour  the  lands, 

That  dare  forget  thee,  or  rebel 
Againft  thy  known  commands. 

6  Thowgh  faints  to  fore  diftrefs  are  brought, 
And  wait  and  long  complain, 

Their  cries  (hall  never  be  forgot, 
Nor  fhall  their  hopes  be  vain. 

[7  Rife,  great  Redeemer,  from  thy  feat, 

To  judge  and  fave  the  poor  ; 
Let  nations  tremble  at  thy  feet, 

And  man  prevail  no  more.    , 

8  Thy  thunder  fhall  affright  the  proud, 

And  put  their  heart  to  pain, 
Make  them  confefs  that  thou  art  God, 

And  they  but  feeble  men. 3 

PSALM   X.     Common  Metre. 

Prayer  beard  and faints  faved  ;  or,  Pride,  aiheifm^ 
and  opprejfion  punijhed. 

For  a  humiliation  day. 

1  "IHT/'HY  doth  the  Lord  depart  fo  far, 
YY     And  why  conceal  his  face, 

When  great  calamities  appear, 
And  times  of  deep  diftrefs  ? 

Lord,  fhall  the  wicked  ftill  deride 
*  Thy  juflice  and  thy  laws  ? 
Shall  they  advance  their  heads  in  pride, 
And  flight  the  righteous  caufe. 

3  They  caft  thy  judgments  from  their  fight, 

And  then  infult  the  poor  ; 
They  boaft  in  their  exalted  height, 

That  they  fhall  fall  no  more. 


! 


PSALMS.  33 

4  Arife,  O  God,  lift  up  thine  hand, 
Attend  our  humble  cry  ; 

No  enemy  mail  dare  to  fland 
When  God  afcends  on  high. 

P       A       U       S       E, 

5  Why  do  the  men  of  malice  rage, 
And  fay  with  foolifh  pride, 

"  The  God  of  Heav'n  will  ne'er  engage 
"  To  fight  on  Zion's  fide." 

6  But  thou  for  ever  art  our  Lord, 
And  pow'rful  is  thine  hand, 

As  when  the  heathens  felt  thy  fword, 
And  perim'd  from  thy  land. 

7  Thou  wilt  prepare  our  hearts  to  pray, 
And  caufe  thine  ear  to  hear  ; 

Accept  the  vows  thy  children  pay, 
And  free  thy  faints  from  fear. 

8  Proud  tyrants  lhall  no  more  opprefs, 
No  more  defpife  the  juft  ; 

And  mighty  finners  fhall  confefs 
They  are  but  earth  and  dull. 

PSALM     XI.     Long  Metre. 
God  loves  the  righteous  and  hates  the  wicked* 

1  "]\  IT  Y  refuge  is  the  God  of  love, 

L V JL  Why  do  my  foes  infult  and  cry, 
a  Fly  like  a  timorous  trembling  dove, 
"  To  diftant  woods  and  mountains  fly, 

2  If  government  be  once  deftroy'd, 
(That  firm  foundation  of  our  peace) 

And  violence  make  juflice  void, 

Where  fhall  the  righteous  fee'k  redrefs. 

3  The  Lord  in  heav'n  has  fix'd  his  throne, 
His  eyes  furveys  the  world  below ; 

To  him  all  mortal  things  are  known, 
His  eye-lids  fearch  our  fpirits  through. 


34  PSALMS. 

4  If  he  afflicts  his  faints  fo  far, 

To  prove  their  love,  and  try  their  grace, 
What  may  the  bold  tranfgreflbrs  fear  ? 
His  foul  abhors  their  wicked  ways. 

5  On  impious  wretches  he  fhall  rain 
Sulphureous  flames  of  wafting  death, 

Such  as  he  kindled  on  the  plain 
Of  Sodom,  with  his  angry  breath. 

6  The  righteous  Lord  loves  righteous  fouls, 
Whofe  thoughts  and  actions  are  fmcere, 

And  with  a  gracious  eye  beholds 
The  men  that  his  own  image  bear. 

PSALM     XII.     Long  Metre. 

The  faint's  fafety  and  hope,  in  evil  times  :  or,  Sins 
of  the  tongue  complained  of  i  viz.  blafphemy^falf 
hood,  &c. 

ALMIGHTY  God,  appear  and  fave  ! 
For  vice  and  vanity  prevail : 
The  godly  perifh  in  the  grave, 
The  juft  depart,  the  faithful  fail. 

2  The  whole  difcourfe,  when  crouds  are  met, 
Is  fiird  with  trifles  loofe  and  vain  j 

Their  lips  are  flattery  and  deceit, 

And  their  proud  language  is  profane. 

3  But  lips  that  with  deceit  abound, 
Shall  not  maintain  their  triumph  long  j 

The  God  of  vengeance  will  confound 
The  flattering  and  blafpheming  tongue. 

4  "  Yet  fhall  our  words  be  free,  they  cry  ; 

c*  Oar  tongues  (hall  be  controul'd  by  none  5 
cf  Where  is  the  Lord  will  alk  us  why  ! 
Ci  Or  fay  our  lips  are  not  our  own." 

5  The  Lord  who  fees  the  poor  opprefs'd, 
And  hears  th'  opprellbr's  haughty  ftrain> 

Will  rife  to  give  his  children  reft, 
Nor  fluil  they  truit  his  word  in  vairu 


PSALMS.  35 

6  Thy  word,  O  Lord,  though  often  try'd, 
Void  of  deceit  fhall  flill  appear  ; 

Not  filver,  fev'n  times  purify'd 

From  drofs  and  mixture,  ihine  fo  clean 

7  Thy  grace  fhall  in  the  darkeft  hour 
Defend  from  danger  and  furprife  ; 

Though,  when  the  vilefl  men  have  power, 
On  every  fide  opprerTors  rife. 

PSALM     XIL     Common  Metre* 

Complaint  of  a  ge?ieral  corruption  of  manners  ;  or, 
The  promt fe  andjlgns  of  Chuffs  coming  to  judg- 
ment* 

i  T  TELP,  Lord,  for  men  of  virtue  fail, 

AX   Religion  lofes  ground  ; 
The  fons  of  violence  prevail, 
And  treacheries  abound. 

2  Their  oaths  and  promifes  they  break, 
Yet  aft  the  flatt'rer's  part ; 

With  fair  deceitful  lips  they  fpeak, 
And  with  a  double  heart. 

3  If  we  reprove  fome  hateful  lie, 
They  fcorn  our  faithful  word  ; 

"  Are  not  our  lips  our  own,  they  cry, 
"  And  who  fhall  be  our  Lord  ?" 

4  Scoffers  appear  on  ev'ry  fide, 
Where  a  vile  race  of  men 

Is  rais'd  to  feats  of  pow'r  and  pride, 
And  bears  the  fword  in  vain, 

PAUSE. 

5  Lord,  when  iniquities  abound, 
And  blafphemy  grows  bold, 

When  faith  is  rarely  to  be  found, 
And  love  is  waxen  cold  ; 


3<S  PSALMS. 

6  Is  not  thy  chariot  haft'ning  on  ? 
Haft  not  thou  given  the  figa  ? 

May  we  not  truft  and  live  upon 
A  promife  fo  divine  ? 

7  "  Yes,  faith  the  Lord,  now  will  I  rife, 
"  And  make  the  oppreffors  flee  ; 

"  I  fhall  appear  to  their  furprife, 
"  And  fet  my  fervants  free." 

8  Thy  word,  like  filver  fev'n  times  try'd, 
Through  ages  mall  endure  ; 

The  men  that  in  thy  truth  confide 
Shall  find  thy  promife  fure. 

PSALM  XIII.     Common  Metre. 

Complaint  under  the  temptations  of  the  devil. 

i  T  TOW  long  wilt  thou  conceal  thy  face  ? 

jfjL  My  God,  how  long  delay  ? 
When  fhall  I  feel  thofe  heav'nly  rays 

That  chafe  my  fears  away  ? 

2  How  Long  fhall  my  poor  lab'rirfg  foul 
Wreftle  and  toil  in  vain  ? 

Thy  word  can  all  my  foes  controul, 
And  eafe  my  raging  pain. 

3  See  how  the  prince  of  darknefs  tries 
All  his  malicious  arts ; 

He  fpreads  a  mill  around  mine  eyes 
And  throws  his  fiery  darts. 

4  Be  thou  my  fun,  and  thou  my  fhield, 
My  foul  in  fafety  keep  ; 

Make  hafte,  before  mine  eyes  are  feaPd 
In  death's  eternal  fleep. 

5  How  would  the  tempter  boafl  aloud 
Should  I  become  his  prey ! 

Behold  the  fons  of  hell  grow  proud 
To  fee  thy  long  delay. 


PSALMS,  37 

6  But  they  fhall  fly  at  thy  rebuke, 
And  Satan  hide  his  head  ; 

He  knows  the  terrors  of  thy  look, 
And  hears  thy  voice  with  dread. 

7  Thou  wilt  difplay  that  fov 'reign  grace, 
Whence  all  my  comforts  fpr.ing  : 

I  Ihall  employ  my  lips  in  praife, 

And  thy  falvation  fing. 
PSALM  XIV.  Firfl  part.     Common  Metre. 
By  nature  all  men  are  firmer s. 
i  T^OOLS,  in  their  hearts,  believe  and  fay, 

JJ     "  That  all  religion's  vain, 
<c  There  is  no  God  that  reigns  on  high, 

"  Or  minds  th'  affairs  of  men." 
c  From  thoughts  fo  dreadful  and  profane. 

Corrupt  difcourfe  proceeds ; 
And  in  the  impeous  hands  are  found, 

Abominable  deeds. 

3  The  Lord,  from  his  celeftial  throne, 
Look'd  down  on  things  below, 

To  find  the  man  that  fought  his  grace, 
Or  did  his  iuftice  know. 

4  By  nature  all  are  gone  aftray, 
Their  practice  all  the  fame  ; 

There's  none  that  fears  his  Maker's  hand. 
There's  none  that  loves  his  name. 

5  Their  tongues  are  us'd  to  fpeak  deceit, 
Their  flanders  never  ceafe  ; 

How  fwift  to  mifchief  are  their  feet ! 
Nor  know  the  paths  of  peace. 

6  Such  feeds  of  fin  (that  bitter  rapt) 
In  ev'ry  heart  are  found  ; 

Nor  can  they  bear  diviner  fruit, 
^  jL  ill  grace  refine  the  ground, 


3*-  PSALM    S. 

PSALM  XIV.  Second  part.     Common  Metre. 

The  folly  of perfecutors . 

i     A   RE  finners  now  fo  fenfelefs  grown 

JLJL  That  they  the  faints  devour  ? 
And  never  worfhip  at  thy  throne, 

Nor  fear  thy  awful  pow'r. 

i  Great  God,  appear  to  their  furprife 

Reveal  thy  dreadful  name ; 
L  et  them  no  more  thy  wrath  defpife, 

Nor  turn  our  hope  to  fhame. 

3  Dofl  thou  not  dwell  among  the  juft  ? 
And  yet  our  foes  deride, 

That  we  mould  make  thy  name  our  truft, 
Great  God,  confound  their  pride. 

4  O  that  the  joyful  day  were  come 
To  finifh  our  diftrefs ! 

When  God  (hall  bring  his  children  home 
Our  fongs  fliall  never  ceafe. 

PSALM     XV.     Common  Metre. 

Characters  of  a  faint,  or  a  citizen  of  Zion  ;  or>  The 
qualifications  of  a  Chriftian* 

1  TTTlO  mall  inhabit  in  thy  hill, 

VY     OGodofholinefs? 
Whom  will  th£  Lord  admit  to  dwell 
So  near  his  throne  of  grace  I 

2  The  man  that  walks  in  pious  ways, 
And  works  with  righteous  hands ; 

That  trulls  his  Maker's  promis'd  grace, 
And  follows  his  commands. 

3  He  fpeaks  the  meaning  of  his  heart, 
Nor  flanders  with  his  tongue : 

Will  icirce  believe  an  ill  report, 
Nor  do  his  neighbour  wrong. 


PSALMS.  39 

4  The  wealthy  (inner  he  contemns, 
Love  all  that  fear  the  Lord  5 

And  though  to  his  own  hurt  he  fwears, 
Still  he  performs  his  word. 

5  His  hands  difdain  a  golden  bribe, 
And  never  wrong  the  poor  ; 

This  man  mall  dwell  with  God  on  earth, 

And  find  his  heav'n  fecure. 

PSALM     XV.     Long  Metre. 
Religion  and  juftice,  goodnefs and  truth >  ;  or,  dujje 

to  God  and  man  ;    or,    The   qualifications  cj   , 

Chriftian.  . 

1  XXTHO'fhall  afcend  thy  heav  nly  place, 

W  Great  God> and  dwe11  before  thy  face 

The  man  that  minds  religion  now, 
And  humbly  walks  with  God  below. 

2  Whofe  hands  are  pure,  whofe  heart  is  clean  ; 
'  Whofe  lips  ftill  fpeak  the  thing  -tliey  mean  ;  • 
No  ilanders  dwell  upon  his  tongue  : 

He  hates  to  do  his  neighbour  wrong. 
[3  Scarce  will  he  truft  an  ill  report, 
Or  vent  it  to  his  neighbour's  hurt  : 
Sinners  of  ftate  he  can  deipife,  ^        g^_ 
But  faints  are  honoured  in  his  eyes.  J 
[4  Firm  to  his  word  he  ever  flood, 
'      And  always'  maks  his  promife  good : 
Nor  dares  to  change  the  thing  he  fwe* 

-Whatever  pain  or  lofs  he  bears.] 
[5  He  never  deals  in  bribing-gold  ; 

And  mourns  that  jufiice  mould  be  fold  :■ 
While  others  fcorn  and  wrong  the  poor,. 

Sweet  Charity  attends  his-  door.  J 
6  He  loves  his  enemies,  and  prays 

Tor  thofe  that  curfe  him  to  his  face  j 
A  nd  doth  to  all  men  Mill  the  fa.m^ 

That  be  would  hope  or  wifh  i:om  tKern, 
D 


40  PSALMS. 

7  Yet,  when  his  holieft  works  are  don$ 

His  foul  depends  on  grace  alone  : 
This  is  the  man  thy  face  mall  fee, 

And  dwell  for  ever,  Lord,  with  thee. 

PSALM  XVI.  Firft  part.     Long  Metre. 
Confefton  of  our  poverty,  and  faints  the  befl  compa- 
ny ;  or,  Good  works  profit  men,  not  God 
i  pRESFRVE  me,  Lord,  in  time  of  need, 

A.      tor  luccour  to  thy  throne  I  flee 
But  have  no  merits  there  to  plead  ; 
My  goodnefs  cannot  reach  to  thee. 

2  Oft  have  my  heart  and  tongue  confefsM 
How  empty  and  how  poor  I  am  : 

My  praife  can  never  make  thee  blefVd, 
Nor  add  new  glories  to  thy  name. 

3  Yet,  Lord,  thy  faints  on  earth  may  reap 
Some  profit  by  the  good  we  do  ; 

Thefe  are  the  company  I  keep, 

Thefe  are  the  choicefl  friends  I  know. 

4  Let  others  chufe  the  fons  of  mirth 
To  give  a  relifh  to  their  wine, 

I  love  the  vq/p.  of  heav'nly  birth, 

Whofe  thoughts  and  language  are  divine 
PSALM     XVI. ,  Second  part.     Long  Metre. 
Cbrift's  all-fufficiency. 

H°w/f  a"'1"  l^k  and  forr™s  ^fe. 
Who  hafte  to  feek  fome  idol-^od ! 
I  will  not  tafte  their  facrifice, 

Their  ofFrings  of  forbidden  blood. 
ft  My  God  provides  a  richer  cup, 
And  nobler  food  to  live  upon  -  ' 
He,  for  my  life,  has  offer'd  up 
Jefus  his  beft-beloved  Son. 


PSALMS.  4* 

3  His  love  is  my  perpetual  feaft  ; 

By  day  his  counfels  guide  me  right : 
And  be  his  name  for  ever  blefs'd 

Who  gives  me  fweet  advice  by  night. 

4  I  fet  him  ftili  before  mine  eyes  ;    f 
At  my  right  hand  he  (lands  prepar'd 

To  keep  my  foul  from  all  furprife, 
And  be  my  everlafting  guard. 

PSALM     XVI.     Third  part.     Long  Metre. 

Courage  in  death,  and  hope  of  the  refurreclim. 

1  \T  7HEN  God  is  nigh,  my  faith  is  ftrong, 

W    His  arm  is  my  almighty  prop  : 
Be  glad,  my  heart,  rejoice,  my  tongue. 
My  dying  flefh  {hall  reft  in  hope. 

2  Though  in  the  duft  I  lay  my  head, 
Yet,  gracious  God,  thou  wilt  not  leave 

My  foul  for  ever  with  the  dead, 
Nor  lofe  thy  children  in  the  grave. 

3  My  flefh  (hall  thy  firft  call  obey, 
Shake  off  the  duft,  and  rife  on  High  5 

Then  fhalt  thou  lead  the  wond'rous  way 
Up  to  the  throne  above  the  Iky. 

4  There  ftreams  of  endlefs  pleafures  flow  j 
And  full  difcoveries  of  thy  grace 

(Which  we  but  tailed  here  below) 

Spread  heav'nly  joys  through  all  the  place. 

PSALM  XVI.  ver.  1.— 3.  Firft  part.  Com.  Met, 

Support  and  counfel from  God  without  merit, 
1  O  AVE  me,  O  Lord,  from  ev'ry  foe y 

O  In  tnee  my  truut  I  place, 
Though  all  the  good  that  I  can  do 
Can  ne'er  deferve  thy  grace  j 


42  PSALMS. 

2  Yet  if  my  God  prolong  my  breath, 
The  faints  may  ft  ill  rejoice, 

The  faints  the  glory  of  the  earth, 
The  people  of  my  choice. 

3  Let  heathens  to  their  idols  hafte, 
And  worfhip  wood  or  ftone ; 

But  my  delightful  lot  is  cad 
Where  the  true  God  is  known. 

4  His  hands  provide  my  conftant  food, 
He  fills  my  daily  cup  ; 

Much  am  I  pleas'd  with  prefent  good. 
But  more  rejoice  in  hope. 

5  God  is  my  portion  and  my  joy  ^ 
His  counfels  are  my  light  : 

He  gives  me  fweet  advice  by  day, 
And  gentle  hints  by  night. 

6  My  foul  would  all  her  thoughts  approve 
To  his  all-feeing  eye  ; 

Not  death  nor  hell  my  hope  (hall  move 

While  fuch  a'  friend  is  nigh. 
P  S  A  L  M  X VL     Second  part.  Common  Metre. 

The.  death  and  refurreelion  of  Chrili. 
i  "   T   SET  the  Lord  before  my  face, 

J  "  He  bears  my  courage  up  ; 
il  My  heart,  my  tongue,  their  joys  exprefs, 

£-  My  flefli  fhail  reft  in  hope. 
2   fei  My  fpirit,  Lord,  thou  wilt  not  leave 

"  Where  fouls  departed  are  ; 
ki  Nor  quit  my  body  to  the  grave 

"  To  fee  corruption  there, 
t  "  Thou  wilt  reveal  the  path  of  life,   • 

"  And  raife  me  to  thy  throne  ; 
"  Thy  courts  immortal  pleafure  give, 

a  Thy  prefence  joys  unknown. 


PSALMS.  43 

[4  Thus  in  the  name  of  Chrift  the  Lord, 

The  holy  David  fung, 
Aiv-  providence  fulfils  the  word 

Of  his  prophetic  tongue. 

5  Jefus,  whom  every  faint  adores, 
Was  crucify'd  and  (lain ; 

Behold  the  tomb  its  prey  reftores, 
Behold  he  lives  again. 

6  When  (hall  my  feet  arife  and  (land 
Onheav'n's  eternal  hills  ? 

There  fits  the  Son  at  God's  right  hand, 

And  there  the  Father  fmiles.] 
PSALM     XVII.     ver.   13,  ls?c.    Short  Metre. 
Portion  of  faints  and /inner  s  ;  or,  Hope  and  defpair 
in  death* 

1  A    RISE,  my  gracious  God, 

jf\  And  make  tne  wicked  flee  1 
They  are  but  thy  chaftifing  rod 
To  drive  thy  faints  to  thee. 

2  Behold  the  fmner  dies, 

His  haughty  words  are  vain  -y 
Here  in  this  life  his  pleafure  lies. 
And  all  beyond  is  pain. 

3  Then  let  his  pride  advance, 
And  boaft  of  all  his  More  ; 

The  Lord  is  my  inheritance, 
My  foul  can  wifh  no  more. 

4  I  {hall  behold  the  face 
Of  my  forgiving  God  ; 

And  (land  complete  in  righteoufnefs, 
Wafh'd  in  my  Saviour's  blood. 

5  There's  a  new  heav'n  begun 
When  I  awake  from  death, 

Drefl  in  the  likeriefs  of  thy  Son, 
And  draw  immortal  breath. 
D  2 


44  P     S     A     L     M     S. 

P  S  A  L  M     XVII.     Long  Metre . 

The '/inner* \s  portion  and faint' 's  hope ;  or,  The  heaven 
of  feparate foals  ^  and  the  refurreclion. 

i  T     ORD,  I  am  thine  ;  but  thou  wilt  prove 
JL_j   My  faith,  my  patience  and  my  love  y 
When  men  of  fpite  againft  me  join, 
They  are  the  fword,  the  hand  is  thine. 

i  Their  hope  and  portion  lie  below  ; 
'Tis  all  the  happinefs  they  know, 
'Tis  all  they  feek  ;   they  take  their  mares  ; 
And  leave  the  red  among  their  heirs. 

3  What  finners  value,  I  refign  ; 
Lord,  'tis  enough  that  thou  art  mine  : 
I  mall  behold  thy  blifsful  face, 
And  (land  complete  in  righteoufnefs. 

4  This  life's  a  dream,  an  empty  mow  : 
But  the  bright  world,  to  which  I  go, 
Hath  joys  fubftantiai  and  fmcere  ; 
When  ft  all  I  wake  and  find  me  there  ? 

5  O  glorious  hour  !   O  bleft  abode  1 
I  ftall  be  near,  and  like  my  God  ; 

"And  fteft  and  fin  r^jjpore  controul 
The  facred  pleafurWof  the  foul. 

ifcMv  fieft  ftall  ilumber  in  the  ground, 
^Jlj^^Ur^fpet's  joyful  found  : 
'I  herrWflSW^chains  with  Tweet  furprife. 
And  in  my  Saviour's  image  rife. 

PSALM     XVIII.     ver.   1—9,     15—18. 
Fird  part.     Long  Metre. 

Deliverance  from  defpair  ;  or,  Temptation  overcome* 
1  HpHEE  will  I  love,  O  Lord  my  ftrehgth, 

My  rock,  my  tower,  my  high  defence  y 
Thy  mighty  arm  (ball  be  my  t'ruft, 
For  1  havi  found  falvation  thence, 

H 


P     S     A     L     M     S.  45 

2  Death  and  the  terrors  of  the  grave 
Stood  round  me  with  their  difmal  fha'de, 

While  floods  of  high  temptations  rofe, 
And  made  my  finking  foul  afraid. 

3  I  faw  the  opening  gates  of  hell 
With  endlefs  pains  and  forrows  there, 

(Which  none  but  they  that  feel  can  tell) 
While  I  was  hurry'd  to  defpair. 

4  In  my  diftrefs  I  call'd  my  God 

When  I  could  fcarce  believe  him. mine; 
He  bow'd  his  ear  to  my  complaint  ; 

And  prov'd  his  fa-ving  grace  divine. 
[5  With  fpeed  he  flew  to  my  relief, 

As  on  a  cherub's  wing  he  rode  ; 
Awful,  and  bright  as  lightening  (hone 

The  face  of  my  deliverer  God. 

6  Temptations  fled  at  his  rebuke, 
The  blaft  of  his  almighty  breath  : 

He  fent  falvation  from  on  high, 

And  drew  me  from  the  deeps  of  death.} 

7  Great  were  my  fears,  my  foes  were  great, 
Much  was  their  drength,  and  more  their  rage  ; 

But  Grind  my  Lord,  is  conqu'ror  dill 
In  all  the  wars  the  proud  can  wage, 

8  My  fong  for  ever  mall  record 
That  terrible,  that  joyful  hour  $ 

And  give  the  glory  to  the  Lord%-  /it~ 

Due  to  his  mercy  and  his  power. 

PSALM    XVIII.     ver.  20,  26.     Long  Metre, 
Second  part. 

Sincerity  proved  and  rewarded, 

i  T     ORD  thou  haft  feen  my  foul  fincere, 
1   j  Had  made  thy  truth  and  love  appear  .5 
Before  mine  eyes  1  fet  thy  laws, 
And  thou  haft  own\i  my  righteous  caufe. 


46  PSALMS. 

2  Since  I  have  learn'd  thy  holy  ways, 
I've  walk'd  upright  before  thy  face  : 
Or  if  my  feet  did  e'er  depart, 

Thy  love  reclaim'd  my  wandering  heart. 

3  What  fore  temptations  broke  my  reft  ! 
What  wars  and  ftrugglings  in  my  bread  ! 
But  through  thy  grace  that  reigns  within, 
I  guard  againft  my  darling  fin. 

4  That  fin  that  clofe  befets  me  dill, 
That  works  and  drives  againft  my  will ; 
When  fhall  thy  Spirit's  fov'reign  power 
Deftroy  ft,  that  it  rife  no  more, 

5  With  an  impartial  hand,  the  Lord 
Deals  out  to  mortals  their  reward  : 
The  kind  and  faithful  fouls  fhall  find 
A  God  as  faithful  and  as  kind. 

6  And  men  that  love  revenge  (hall  know, 
God  hath  an  arm  of  vengeance  too. 
The  juft  and  pure  fhall  ever  fay, 

Thou  art  more  pure,  more  juft  than  they. 

PSALM  XVIII.     ver.  30,31,34,35,46,63V. 
Third  part.     Long  Metre. 

Rejoicing  in  God  ;  or,  Salvation  and  triumph* 

1  TUSTarethy  ways,  and  true  thy  word, 
J    Great  Rock  of  my  fecure  abode  : 

Who  is  a  God  befide  the  Lord  ? 
Or  where' s  a  refuge  like  our  God  ? 

2  'Tis  he  that  girds  me  with  his  might, 
Gives  me  his  holy  fword  to  wield  ; 

And  while  with  .fin  and  death  I  fight, 
Spreads  his  falvation  for  my  fhield. 

3  He  lives,  and  bleffings  crown  his  reign, 
The  God  of  my  falvation  lives, 

The  dark  defigns  of  hell  are  vain  ; 

While  heavenly  peace  my  Father  gives. 


PSALMS.  47 

4  Before  the  fcoffers  of  the  age, 

I  will  exalt  my  Father's  name, 
Nor  tremble  at  their  mighty  rage, 

But  meet  reproach,  and  bear  the  fhame. 

5  To  David  and  lift  royal  [eQd 
Thy  grace  forever  mail  extend  ; 

Thy  love  to  faints  in  Chrift  their  head, 

Knows  not  a  limit,  nor  an  end. 
PSALM   XVIII.     Firft  Part.    Common  Metre, 

Viclory  and  triumph  over  temporal  enemies* 

i  \\7E  love  thee,  Lord,  and  v/e  adore, 

W    Now  is  thine  arm  reveal'd  ; 
Thou  art  our  ftrength,  our  heav'nly  tow'r, 

Our  bulwark,  and  our  fhield. 

2  We  fly  to  our  eternal  Rock, 
And  find  a  fure  defence  ; 

His  holy  name  our  lips  invoke, 
And  draw  falvation  thence. 

3  When  God  our  leader  ihines  in  arms, 
What  mortal  heart  can  bear 

The  thunder  of  his  loud  alarms  ? 
The  light'ning  of  his  fpear  ? 

4  He  rides  upon  the  winged  wind, 
And  angels  in  array, 

In  millions,  wait  to  know  his  mind, 
And,fwiftas  flames,  obey. 

5  He  fpeaks,  and  at  his  fierce  rebuke 
Whole  armies  are  difmay'd  : 

His  voice,  his  frown,  his  angry  look. 
Strikes  all  their  courage  dead, 

6  He  forms  our  gen'rals  for  the  field, 
With  all  their  dreadful  {kill  ; 

Gives  them  his  awful  fword  to  wield* 
And  makes  their  hearts  of  ft  eel, 


4&  PSALMS. 

7  Oft  has  the  Lord  whole  nations  blefs'd, 

For  his  own  church's  fake; 
The  pow'rs  that  give  his  people  reft 

Shall  of  his  care  partake. 

PSALM  XVIII.  Second  Part.  Common  Metre. 

The  conqueror*  s  fong. 
I  H ~^Q  thine  almighty  arm  we  owe 

JL     The  triumphs  of  the  day  ; 
Thy  terrors,  Lord,  confound  the  foe, 
And  melt  their  ftrength  away. 

i  >rfis  by  thy  aid  our  troops  prevail, 

And  break  united  pow'rs  ; 
Or  burn  their  boafted  fleets,  or  fcale 

Theproudeft  of  their  tow'rs. 

3  How  have  we  chas'd  them  through  the  field, 
And  trod  them  to  the  ground, 

While  thy  falvation  was  our  fhield, 
But  they  no  lhelter  found  ! 

4  In  vain  to  idol  faints  they  cry, 
And  periih  in  their  blood  : 

Where  is  a  rock  fo  great,  fo  high, 
So  powerful,  as  our  God. 

5  The  God  of  Ifrael  ever  lives, 
His  name  be  ever  blefs'd  ; 

'Tis  his  own  arm  the  vicYry  gives, 
And  gives  his  people  reft. 

PSALM    XIX.  Firft  Part.  Short  Metre. 

The  book  of  nature  and  Scripture* 

For  a  Lord's  day  morning, 

i   TJEHOLD  the  lofty  fky 
Jj  Declares  its  maker  God, 

And  all  his  ftarry  works  on  high 
Proclaim  his  pow'r  abroad. 


PSALMS.  49 

2  The  darknefs  and  the  light 
Still  keep  their  courfe  the  fame  : 

While  night  to  day,  and  day  to  night, 
Divinely  teach  his  name. 

3  In  ey'ry  difPrent  land 

Their  gen'ral  voice  is  known  \ 
They  (how  the  wonders  of  his  hand. 
And  orders  of  his  throne. 

4  Ye  Chriftian  lands  rejoice  : 
Here  he  reveals  his  word  ; 

We  arenot  left  to  nature's  voice 
To  bid  us  know  the  Lord. 

5  His  ftatutes  and  commands 
Are  fet  before  our  eyes 

He  puts  his  Gofpel  in  our  hands, 
Where  our  falvatlon  lies. 

6  His  laws  are  juft  and  pure, 
His  truth  without  deceit, 

His  promifes  forever  fure, 
And  his  rewards  are  great, 

7  Not  honey  to  the  tafte 
Affords  fo  much  delight ; 

Nor  gold  that  has  the  furnace  pafs'd 
So  much  allures  the  fight. 

8  While  of  thy  works  I  fing, 
Thy  glory  to  proclaim, 

Accept  the  praife,  my  God,  my  King, 
In  my  Redeemer's  name. 

PSALM  XIX.     Second  part.     Short  Metre. 
God's  word  mqfi  excellent;  or,  Sincerity  and watch* 
fulnefs. 

B  For  a  Lord's  day  moraine:. 

EHOLD  the  morning  fun 
Begins  his  glorious  way  ; 
His  beams  through  all  the  nations  run, 
Ar.d  life  and  light  convey. 


5©  P    S"  A    L     M    S. 

2  But  where  the  gofpel  comes, 
It  fpreads  diviner  light, 

It  calls  dead  finners  from  their  tombs, 
And  gives  the  blind  their  fight. 

3  How  perfect  is  thy  word  I 
And  all  thy  judgments  juft  ; 

For  ever  fure  thy  promife,  Lord, 
And  men  fecurely  truft. 

4  My  gracious  God,  how  plain 
Are  thy  directions  giv'n  ? 

O  may  I  never  read  in  vain, 
But  find  the  path  to  heav'n  ! 

pause. 

5  I  heard  thy  word  with  love, 
And  I  would  fain  obey  ; 

Send  thy  good  Spirit  from  above 
To  guide  me,  left  I  dray. 

6  O  who  can  ever  find 
The  errors  of  his  ways  ? 

Yet,  with  a  bold  prcfumptuous  mind, 
I 'would  not  dare  tranfgrefs. 

7  Warn  me  of  ev'ry  fin, 
Forgive  my  fecret  faults, 

And  cleanfe  this  guilty  foul  of  mine, 
Whofe  crimes  exceed  my  thoughts. 

8  While,  with  my  heart  and  tongue, 
I  fpread  thy  praife  abroad  ; 

Accept  the  worfhip  and  the  fong, 
My  Saviour,  and  my  God. 

PSALM     XIX.     Long  Metre. 
The  bocks  of  nature  and  fcripture  compared;    or, 

The  glory  andfuccefs  of  the  go/pel. 
i  npHE  heavens  declare  thy  glory,  Lord, 

JL     In  every  fta*  thy  goodnefi  ilnnes  \ 
But  when  our  eyes  behold  thy  word, 
We  read  thv  name  in  fairer  lines. 


PSALMS.  Si 

2  The  rolling  fun,  the  changing  light, 
And  nights  and  days  thy  power  confefs ; 

But  the  bleft  volume  thou  haft  writ, 
Reveals  thy  juftice  and  thy  grace. 

3  Sun,  moon,  and  ftars  convey  thy  praife 
Round  the  whole  earth,  and  never  (land  % 

So  when  thy  truth  began  it's  race, 
It  touch'd  and  glanc'd  on  every  land. 

4  Nor  mall  thy  fpreading  gofpel  reft 

Till  through  the  world  thy  truth  has  run  ; 
Till  Chrift  has  all  the  nations  bleft, 
That  fee  the  light  or  feel  the  fun. 

5  Great  Sun  of  righteoufnefs,  arife, 
Blefs  the  dark  world  with  heavenly  light ; 

Thy  gofpel  makes  the  fimple  wife, 

Thy  laws  are  pure,  thy  judgments  righto 

6  Thy  nobleft  wonders  here  we  view, 
In  fouls  renew'd  and  fins  forgiv'n, 

Lord,  cleanfe  my  fins,  my  foul  renew, 

And  make  thy  word  my  guide  to  heav'n. 
PSALM  XIX.    To  the  tune  of  the  1 1 3th  Pfahn, 
The  book  of  nature  and  fcriptare. 

1  f^\  RE  AT  God,  the  heav'ns  well  order'd  fram 
\j^"Declare  the  glories  of  thy  name  : 

There  thy  rich  works  of  wonder  mine, 
A  thoufand  ftarry  beauties  there, 
A  thoufand  radiant  marks  appear 

Of  boundlefs  pow'r,  and  (kill  divine 

2  From  night  to  day,  from  day.  to  nighty 
The  dawning  and  the  dying  light, 

Lectures  of  heay'nly  wii'dom  lead  ; 
With  filent  eloquence  they  raife 
Our  thoughts  to  our  Creator's  praife, 

And  neither  found  nor  language  need.* 
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$2  PS     A    L    M    S, 

3  Yet  their  divine  iiiftruclions  run 
Far  as  the  journeys  "of  the  fun, 

And  ev'ry  nation  knows  their  voice. 
The  fun,  like  fome  young  bridegroom  dreft. 
Breaks  from  the  chambers  of  the  earl, 

Rolls  round  and  makes  the  earth  rejoice. 

4  Where'er  he  fpreads  his  beams  abroad, 
lie  fmiles  and  fpeaks  his  maker  God  ; 

All  nature  joins  to  mew  thy  praife  : 
Thus  God  in  ev'ry  creature  mines  j 
""Fair  is  the  book  of  nature's  lines, 

But  fairer  is  the  book  of  grace. 

5  I  love  the  volumes 'of  thy  word  ; 
What  light  and  joy  thofe  leaves  afford 

To  fouls  benighted  and  diftreft  ! 
Thy  precepts  guide  my  doubtful  way, 
Thy  fear  forbids  my  feet  to  ft  ray, 

Thy  promife  leads  my  heart  to  reft. 

6  From  the  difcoveries  of  thy  law 
The  perfect  rules  of  life  I  draw  : 

Thefe  are  my  ftudy  and  delight; 
Not  honey  fo  invites  the  tafte, 
Nor  gold  that  has  the  furnace  paft, 

Appears  fo  pleafing  to  the  fight. 

7  Thy  threat'nings  wake  my  numbering  eyes, 
And  warn  me  where  my  danger  lies  ; 

But  'tis  thy  bleffed  gofpel,  Lord, 
That  makes  my  guilty  confcience  clean, 
Converts  my  foul,  fubdues  my  fin, 

And  gives  a  free,  but  large  reward. 

8  Who  knows  the  errors  of  his  thoughts  !.; 
My  God,  forgive  my  fecret  faults, 

And  from  prefumptuous  fins  reftrain ; 
Accept  my  poor  attempts  of  praife, 
That  I  have  read  thy  book  of  grace, 

And  book  of  nature,  not  in  vain. 


PSALMS.  53 

PSALM  XX.     Long  Metre. 

Prayer,  and  hope  ofviclory. 

For  a  day  of  prayer  in  time  of  war. 

i  1VJOW  may  the  God  of  power  and  grace 
j^j    Attend  his  people's  humble  cry  i 

Jehovah  hears  when  Ifrael  prays,    - 
And  brings  ddiv'rance  from  on  high. 

2  The  name  of  Jacob's  God  defends. 
When  bucklers  fail  and  brazen  walls ; 

He  from  his  fanctuary  fends 

Succour  and  ftrength  when  Zion  calls, 

3  Well  he  remembers  all  our  fighs, 
His  love  exceeds  our  beft  defer ts  ; 

His  love  accepts  the  facrifice 

Of  humble  groans  and  broken  hearts, 

4  In  his  falvation  is  our  hope, 
And  in  the  name  of  IfraTs  God 

Our  troops  {hall  lift  their  banners  up, 
Our  navies  fpread  their  flags  abroad. 

5  Some  truft  in  horfes  train' d  for  war, 
And  fome  of  chariots  make  their  beads  j 

Our  furefl  expectations  are 

From  thee,  the  Lord  of  heav'nly  hods, 

[6  O  may  the  memory  of  thy  name 

Infpire  our  armies  for  the  fight  I 
Our  foes  fhall  fall  and  die  with  fhame, 

Or  quit  the  field  with  coward  flight.] 

7  Now  fave  us,  Lord,  from  fiavifh  fear. 
Now  let  our  hopes  be  firm  and  firong, 

'Till  thy  falvation  fhall  appear, 

And  joy  and  triumph  raife  the  fong. 


S4  PSALMS. 

PSALM     XXI.     Common  Metre. 

National  blejfings  acknowledged. 

i  TN  thee,  great  God,  with  fongs  of  praife, 
J.  Our  favoured  realms  rejoice  ; 

And,  blefs'd  with  thy  falvation,  raife 
To  heav'n  their  cheerful  voice. 

2  Thy  fure  defence,  through  nations  round, 
Hath  fpread  our  rifing  name, 

And  all  our  feeble  efforts  crown'd 
With  freedom  and  with  fame. 

3  In  deep  diftrefs  our  injured  land 
Implor'd  thy  power  to  fave  ; 

For  life  we  pray'd  ;  thy  bounteous  hand 
The  timely  bleffing  gave. 

4  Thy  mighty  arm,  eternal  Pow'r, 
Oppos'd  their  daily  aim, 

In  mercy  fwept  them  from  our  fhore, 
And  fpread  their  fails  with  fhame. 

5  On  thee  in  woe  and  pain, 
Our  hearts  alone  rely  ; 

Our  rights  thy  mercy  will  maintain, 
And  all  our  wants  fuppiy. 

6  Thus,  Lord,  thy  wond'rous  pow'r  declare, 
And  dill  exalt  thy  fame  : 

Wfcile  we  glad  fongs  of  praife  prepare 
For  thine  almighty  name. 

PSALM  XXI.    ver.   i,— 9.    Long  Metre. 

Chrift  exalted  to  the  kingdom. 

1   Tp\  AVID  rejoic'd  in  God  his  ftrength, 

■  \j   Rais'd  to  the  throne  by  fpecial  grace, 
But  Chrift  the  Son  appears  at  length, 
Fulfils  the  triumph  and  the  praife. 


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PSALMS,  SS 

2  How  great  the  bleft  Meffiah's  joy, 

In  the  falvation  of  thy  hand  1 
Lord  thou  hail  rais'dhis  kingdom  high, 

And  giv'n  the  world  to  his  command. 
<i  Thy  ffoodnefs  grants  whate'er  he  will, 

Nor  doth  the  lead  requeft  withhold  ; 
Bleffings  of  love  prevent  him  (till, 

And  crowns  of  glory,  not  of  golu. 

4  Honour  and  majefty  divine, 
Around  his  facred  temples  mine ; 

Blefs'd  with  the  favour  of  thy  face, 
And  length  of  everlafiing  days. 

5  Thine  hand  mall  find  out  all  his  foes ; 
And  as  a  fiery  oven  glows 

With  raging  heat,  and  living  coals, 
So  mall  thy  wrath  devour  their  fouls. 

P  S  A  L  M  XXII.  ver.   i ,— 1 6.     Firrl  part, 
Common  Metre. 

Tbe.fufferings.  and  death  of  Chrifv* 

TIY  has  my  God  my  foul  forfook. 
Nor  will  a  fmile  afford  ? 
(Thus  David  once  in  anguiOi  fpoke, 
And  thus  our  dying  Lord.) 

2  Though  'tis  thy  chief  delight  to  dwell 
Among  thy  praifirig  faints, 

Yet  thou  canithear  cur  groan  as  well-, 
1    And  pity  our  complaints. 

3  Our  fathers  trufled  in  thy  name, 
And  great  deliverance  found  ; 

But  I'm  a  worm  defpis'd  oi"  men, 
4nd  troddea  lo  the  -  rmad, 
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56  PSALM    S. 

4  With  making  head  they  pafs  me  by, 
And  laugh  my  foul  to  fcorn  ; 

€C  In  vain  he  trufis  In  God,  thev  cry, 
Neglefied  and  forlorn.93 

5  But  thou  art  he,  who  formed  my  flefh. 
By  thine  almighty  word  ; 

And  fince  I  hung  upon  the  breaft, 
My  hope  is  in  the  Lord. 

6  Why  will  my  father  hide  his  face 
When  foes  Hand  threading  round 

In  the  dark  hour  of  deep  diftrefs, 
And  not  an  helper  found  ? 


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7  Behold  thy  darling  left  among 

The  cruel  and  the  proud, 
By  foes  encorapafs'd  fierce  and  ftrong, 

As  lions  roaring  loud. 

$  From  earth  and  hell  my  forrows  meet. 

To  multiply  the  fmart  ; 
They  nail  my  hands,  they  pierce  my  feet, 

And  try  to  vex  my  heart. 

9  Yet  if  thy  fovereign  hand  let  loofe 

ri  he  rage  of  earth  and  hell, 
Why  will  my  heavenly  father  bruife 

The  fori  he  loves  fo  well  ? 

ic  My  God  if  poffible  it  be, 

Withhold  this  bitter  cup  ; 
But  I  refign  my  will  to  thee, 

And  drink  the  forrows  up. 

* 1   My  heart  diffolves  with  pangs  unknown. 

In  groans  Iwafte  my  breath  : 
Thy  heavy  hand  hath  brought  me  down, 

Low  as  the  dujft  of  death.* 


P    S     A    L     M    S,       _  S7 

.12  Father,  I  give  my  fpirit  up, 

And  trufl:  it  in  thy  hand  ; 
My  dying  flefh  mall  reft  in  hope, 

And  rife  at  thy  command. 
PSALM  XXII.  ver.  20,  21,27,-31-  Second 
part.     Common  Metre. 

1  "\TOW  from  the  roaring  lions  rage, 

X^    "  O  Lord  proteft  thy  fon, 
"Nor  leave  thy  darling  to  engage 
"  The  powers  of  hell  alone." 

2  Thus  did  our  fuffering  Saviour  pray 
With  mighty  cries  and  tears, 

God  heard  him  in  that  dreadful  day, 
And  chas'd  away  his  fears. 

3  Great  was  the  victory  of  his  death. 
His  throne  exalted  high  ; 

And  all  the  kindreds  of  the  earth 

Shall  worfhip  or  mall  die. 
:  4  A  numerous  offspring  mud  arife 

From  his  expiring  groans  ; 
They  (hall  be  reckoned  in  his  eyes 
For  daughters  and  for  fons. 

5  The  meek  and  humble  fouls  mall  fee 
His  table  richly  fpread  ; 

And  all  that  feek  the  Lard  mall  be 
With  joys  immortal  fed. 

6  The  Hies  mall  know  the  righteoufnefs 
Of  our  incarnate  God, 

And  nations  yet  unborn  profefs 
Salvation  in  his  blood. 

PSALM  XXII.     Long  Metre, 
Chriflr [s  fufferings  and  exaltatien. 
1   VTOW  let  our  mournful  fangs  record 

X^    The  dying  farrows  of  our  Lord, 
Whenhecomplaiii'd  in  tears  and  blood, 
As  one  forfttken'of  hisG.od, 


5%  P    S    A    L    M    S. 

2  The  Jews  behold  him  thus  forlorn, 

And  fhake  their  heads  arid  laugh  in  fccrn  'i 
He  refcued  others  from  the  grave  5 
"  Now  let  him  try  himfelf  to  fave. 

3  f*  This  is  the  man  did  once  pretend 
"  God  was  his  father  and  his  friend  ; 

"  If  God  the  bleffed  lov'd  him  fo, 

"  Why  doth  he  fail  to  help  him  now  > 

4  O  favage  people  !  cruel  priefis  ! 

How  they  flood  round  like  raging  beads } 
Like  lions  gaping  to  devour, 

When  God  had  left  him  in  their  power. 

5  They  wound  his  head,  his  hands,  his  feet, 
Till  ftreams  of  blood  each  other  meet  ; 

By  lot  his  garments  they  divide, 

And  mock  the  pangs  in  which  he  died. 

6  But  God  his  father  heard  his  cry  ; 
Rais'dfrom  the  dead  he  reigns  on  high  $ 

The  nations  learn  his  righteoufnefs, 
And  humble  miners  tafle  his  grace. 

PSALM  XXIII.     Long.  Metre. 
God  our  Jhephcrd. 
1   T\/TY  fhepherd  is  the  living  Lord  ; 

JLViL  Ncrw  mall  my  wants  be  well  luppl  y'd  5 
His  providence  and  holy  word 
Become  my  fafcty  and  my  guide. 

1  In  paftures  where  falvation  grows 
Ke  makes  me  feed,  he  makes  me  reft, 

There  living  water  gently  flows, 
And  all  the  food  divinely  bleft. 

3  My  wandering  feet  his  ways  miftake  ', 

Bur  he  reftore$  my  foul  to  peace, 
And  \fid2  me,  for  hi-,  mercy's  >ake, 

In  ..he  fair  paths  of  righieou-fnefe* 


PSALMS.  59 

4  Tho'  I  walk  thro'  the  gloomy  vale, 
Where  death  and  all  its  terrors  are, 

My  heart  and  hope  mall  never  fail, 

For  God,  my  fhepherd's  wjth  me  there. 

5  Amidft  the  darknefs  and  the  deeps 
Thou  art  my  comfort,  thou  my  flay  j 

Thy  ftafffupports  my  feeble  fteps, 
Thy  rod  dire&s  my  doubtful  way, 

6  The  fons  of  earth,  and  fons  of  hell 
Gaze  at  thy  goodnefs,  and  repine 

To  fee  my  table  fpread  fo  well 

With  living  bread  and  cheerful  wine. 

7  [How  I  rejoice,  when  on  my  head 

1  hy  fpirit  condefcends  to  reft  ! 
jTis  a  divine  anointing  med, 
Like  oil  of  gladnefs  at  a  feafh 

8  Surely  the  mercies  of  the  Lord 
Attend  his  houmold  all  their  days  ; 

There  will  I  dwell  to  hear  his  word, 

To  feek  his  face,  and  fing  his  praife.]] 
PSALM  XXIII.     Common  Metre, 
i  1&  /|~Yfhepherd  willfuppiy  my  need, 

JlVJL  Jehovah  is  his  name  ; 
In  paftures  frem  he  makes  me  feed, 

Befide  the  living  ftream. 
n  He  brings  my  wandering  fpirit  back 

When  1  forfake  his  ways, 
And  leads  me  for  his  mercy's  fake 

In  paths  of  truth  and  grace, 

3  When  I  walk  through  the  fhades  of  death*, 
Thy  prefence  is  my  flay  ; 

One  word  of  thy  fupporting  breath 
Drives  all  my  fears  away. 

4  Thy  hand  in  fight  of  all  my  foes 
Doth  flill  my- table  fpread  ; 

My  cup  with  bleihngs  overflowSj 
Thine  oil  anoints  my  head* 


Co  F    S     A    L     M     S. 

5  The  fure  provifions  of  my  God 
Attend  me  all  my  days  -f 

Oh  may  thy  houfe  be  mine  abode. 
And  all  my  work  be  praife  ! 

6  There  would  I  find  a  fettled  reft, 
(While  otkers  go  and  come) 

No  more  a  ftranger  or  agueft, 
But  like  a  child  at  home. 


PSALM  XXIII.     Short  Metre. 

1  nr^HE  Lord  mv  fhepherd  is> 

J.     I  (hall  be  well  fupply'd  ; 
Since  he  is  mine  and  I  am  his, 
What  can  I  want  befide  ? 

2  He  leads  me  to  the  place 
WThere  heavenly  pafture  grows, 

Where  living  waters  gently  pafs, 
And  full  iaivation  flows. 

3  If  e'er  I  go  aftray, 

-  He  doth  my  foul  reclaim, 
And  guides  me  in  his  own  right  way, 
For  his  mod  holy  name. 

4  While  he  affords  his  aid, 
I  cannot  yield  to  fear  ; 

Tho3  I  mould  walk  thro'  death's  dark  fiiade. 
My  mepherd's  with  me  there. 

5  Amid  furrounding  foes 
Thou  doit  my  table  fpread, 

My  cup  with  bleflings  overflows, 
And  joy  exalts  my  head. 

6  The  bounties  of  thy  love 

mail  crown  my  following  days  ;: 
Nor  from  thy  houfe  will  i  icmove,- 
Nor  ceafe  to  fpeak  thy  praife. 


PS    A    L    M    S,  6* 

PSALM  XXIV.     Gammon  Metre, 
Dwelling  with  God. 
x  npHE  earth  forever  is  the  Lord's 

X     With  Adam's  numerous  racer- 
He  rais'd  its  arches  o'er  the  floods, 

And  built  it  on  the  feas. 
a  But  who  among  the  fons  of  men 

May  vifit  thine  abode  ? 
He  that  has  hands  from  mifchief  clean. 

Whofe  heart  is  right  with  God. 

3  This  is  the  man  may  rife  and  take 
The  blefTmgs  of  his  grace  ; 

This  is  the  lot  of  thofe  that  feek 
The  God  of  Jacob's  face. 

4  Now  let  our  foul's  immortal  pow'rs*> 
To  meet  the  Lord  prepare, 

Lift  up  their  everlafting  doors, 
The  king  of  glory's  near. 

5  The  king  of  glory  1  who  can  tell 
The  wonders  of  his  might  ? 

He  rules  the  nations ;  but  to  dwell 
With  faints  is  his  delight. 

P  S  A  L  M  XXIV.     Long  Metre. 
Saints  dwell  in  heaven  ;  or,  Chri/l's  afcenfwn. 

THIS  fpacious  earth  is  all  the  Lord's, 
And  men  and  worms,  and  beads  and  birds  j 
He  rais'd  the  building  on  the  feas, 
And  gave  it  for  their  dwelling  place. 

2  But  there's  a  brighter  world  on  high, 
Thy  palace  Lord,  above  the  iky  : 
Who  mail  afcend  that  blefs'd  abode, 
And  dwell  fo  near  his  maker  God  ? 

3  He  that  abhors  and  fears  to  fin, 

Whofe  heart  is  pure,  whofe  hands  are  clean- 
Him  fhall  the  Lord  the  Saviour  bleu, 
And  clothe  his  foul  with  rightcoufnefs. 


fa  PSALM,   S. 

4  Thefe  are  the  men  the  pious  race, 
That  feek  the  God  of  Jacob's  face  ; 
Thefe  fhall  enjoy  the  blifsful  fight. 
And  dwell  in  everlafting  light. 

PAUSE. 

5  Rejoice,  ye  mining  worlds  on  high, 
Behold  the  King  of  glory  nigh  ! 
Who  can  the  King  of  glory  be  ? 
The  mighty  Lord  the  Saviour's  he. 

6  Ye  heav'nly  gates,  your  leaves  difplay, 
To  make  the  Lord,  the  Saviour,  way  : 
Laden  with  fpoils  from  earth  and  hell, 
The  Conqu'ror  comes  with  God  to  dwell, 

7  Rais'd  from  the  dead  in  awful  ftate, 
He  opens  heav'ns  eternal  gate, 

To  give  his  Jaints  a  blefs'd  abode 
Near  their  Redeemer  and  their  God. 

PSALM  XXV.    ver.   i,— n.     Firft  part 
Short  Metre. 

Waiting  for  pardon  and  direction, 

1  ¥  LEFT  my  foul  to  God, 
J[  My  truft  is  in  his  nacue  : 

Let  not  my  foes  that  feek  my  blood 
Still  triumph  in  my  fhame. 

2  Sin,  and  the  pow'rs  of  hell, 
Perfuade  me  to  defpair  ; 

Lord,  make  me  know  thy  cov'nant  well* 
That  I  may  'fcape  the  fnare. 

3  From  beams  of  dawning  light 
'Till  ev'ning  {hades  arife  ; 

For  thy  falvation,  Lord,  I  wait, 
With  ever  longing  eyes. 

4  Remember  all  thy  grace, 
And  lead  me  in  thy  truth  ; 

Forgive  the  fins  of  ripej  days. 
And  follies  of  my  youth, 


PSALMS.  63 

5  The  Lord  isjuft  and  kind, 
The  meek  fhall  learn  his  ways ; 

And  ev'ry  humble  fmner  find 
The  methods  of  his  grace. 

6  For  his  own  goodnefs'  fake 
He  faves  my  foul  from  fhame  ; 

He  pardons  (though  my  guilt  be  great) 

Through  my  Redeemer's  name. 
PSALM  XXV.  ver.  u,  14,10,13.  .Second  part 
Short  Metre. 
Divine  hiftruElion. 

1  X \ 7HERE  fhall  the  man  be  found    • 

W     that  fears  ty  offend  his  God, 
That  loves  the  gofpel's  joyful  found, 

And  trembles  at  the  rod  ? 
%  The  Lord  {hall  make  him  know 

The  fecrets  of  his  heart, 
The  wonders  of  his  cov'nant  ihow, 

And  all  hfsiove  impart. 

3  The  dealings  of  mYpow'r 
Are  truth  and  mercy  (till, 

With  fuch  as  keep  his  cov'nant  fure. 
And  leve  to  do  his  will. 

4  Their  foul  fhall'dwell  at  eafe, 
Before  their  maker's  face  ; 

Their  feed  fhall  tafle  the  promifes 
In  their  extenfive  grace. 

PSALM  XXV.  ver.  15,-22.  Third  part* 

Short  Metre. 
Bijlrefs  of  foul ;  or,  Backfliding  and  defcrticn. 
1  Tk  /TINE  eyes  and  my  defire 
ll(JL    Are  ever  t0  tne  Lord  f 
I  love  to  plead  his  promis'd  grace, 
And  reft  upon  his  wor J. 
F 


64  P     S     A     L     M     S. 

sgTurn,  turn  thee  to  my  foul, 

Bring  thy  falvation  near  ; 
When  will  thy  hand  aflift  my  feet 

To  'fcape  the  daily  fnare  ? 

3  When  mall  the  foy'reign  grace 
Of  my  forgiving  God 

Reftore  me  from  thofe  dang'rous  ways 
My  wand'ring  feet  have  trod  ! 

4  The  tumult  of  my  thoughts 
Doth  but  enlarge  my  woe  ; 

My  fpirit  languifhes,  my  heart 
Is  defolate  and  low. 

5  When  every  morning  light 
My  forrow  new  begins  ; 

Look  on  my  anguifh  and  my  pain, 
And  pardon  all  my  fins. 

PAUSE, 

6  Behold  the  ho  ft  of  hell, 
How  cruel  is  their  hate  I 

Againft  my  life  they  rife,  and  join 
Their  fury  with  deceit. 

7  O  keep  my  foul  from  death, 
Nor  put  my  hope  to  fhame  ; 

For  I  have  plac'd  my  only  trufl 
In  my  Redeemer's  name. 

8  With  humble  faith  I  wait 
To  fee  thy  face  again  ; 

Of-Ifr'el  it  (hall  ne'er  be  faid, 
He  fought  the  Lord  in  vain. 

PSAL  M  XXVI.     Long  Metre. 

Self-examination  ;  or,  Evidences  of  grace* 

i  TUDGE  me,  O.  Lord,  and  prove  my  ways, 
jj     And  try  my  reins,  and  try  my  heart ; 

My  faith  upon  thy  promife  flays, 
Nor  from  thy  law  my  feet  depart.  • 


P     S     A     L     MS.  65 

2  I  hate  to  walk,  I  hate  to  fit, 
With  men  of  vanity  and  lies  ; 

The  fcoffer  and  the  hypocrite 

Are  the  abhorrence  of  mine  eye?. 

3  Amongft  thy  faints  will  I  appear 
Array 'd  in  robes  of  innocence; 

But  when  I  (land  before  thy  bar, 
The  blood  of  Ghrift  is  my  defence. 

4  I  love  thy  habitation,  Lord, 

The  temple  where  thine  honours  dwell  j 
There  mail  I  hear  thy  holy  word, 
And  there  thy  works  of  wonder  tell. 

5  Let  not  my  foul  be  join'd  at  lafl- 
With  men  of  treachery  and  blood, 

Since  I  my  days  on  earth  have  pafs'd 
Among  the  faints,  and  near  my  God. 

PSALM  XXVII.  v.   1—6,  Firft  part.  Common 

Metre. 

The  church  Is  our  delight  andfafety, 

1  r  I  *HE  Lord  of  glory  is  my  light, 

J,     And  my  falvation  too  ; 
God  is  my  ftrength  ;   nor  will  I  fear 
What  all  my  foes  can  do. 

2  One  privilege  my  heart  defires, 
O  grant  me  mine  abode 

Among  the  churches  of  thy  faints, 

The  temples  of  my  God  ! 
3'  There  (hall  I  offer  my  requefts*  - 

And  fee  thy  beauty  {till  : 
Shall  hear  thy  mefiages  of  love. 

And  there  inquire  thy  will. 
4  When  troubles  rife,  and  ftorms  appear 3 

There  may  his  children  hide  ; 
God  has  a  ftrong  pavilion,  where 

He  makes  my  foul  abide. 


66  PSALMS. 

5  Now  (hall  my  head  be  lifted  high 

Above  my  foes  around, 
And  Songs  of  joy  and  victory 

Within  thy  temple  found. 

PSALM  XXVII.  ver.  8,  9,  13,  14. 

Second  part.     Common  Metre. 
Prayer  and  hope. 

1  nOON  as  I  heard  my  father  fay, 
l3  "Ye  children,  feek  my  face," 

My  heart  reply'd  without  delay, 
"  I'll  feek  my  Father's  face." 

2  Let  not  thy  face  be  hid  from  me, 
Nor  frown  my  foul  away  ; 

God  of  my  life,  I  ily  to  thee 
In  a  diftreflmg  day. 

3  Should  friends  and  kindred  near  and~dear 
Leave  me  to  want  or  die, 

My  God  would  make  my  life  his  care, 
And  ail  my  need  fupply. 

4  My  fainting  flefh  had  died  with  grief 
Had  not  my  foul  believ'd, 

To  fee  thy  grace  provide  relief, 
Nor  was  my  hope  deceiv'd. 

5  Wait  on  the  Lord  ye  trembling  faints, 
And  keep  your  courage  up  ; 

He'll  raife  your  fpirit  when  it  faints 
And  far  exceed  your  hope. 

P  S  A  L  M  XXVIII.    Long  Metre. 
God  the  refuge  of  th*  afflifted. 
TrTpo  thec,  O  Lord,  I  raife  my  cries  ; 
J_     My  fervent  prayer  in  mercy  hear  j 
For  ruin  waits  my  trembling  foul, 
If  thou  refufe  a  gracious  ear. 


PSALMS.  6y 

2  When  fuppliant  tow'rd  thy  holy  hill, 
I  lift  my  mournful  hands  to  pray, 

Afford  thy  grace,  nor  drive  me  (till 
With  impious  hypocrites  away, 

3  To  fons  of  falfehood,  that  difpife 
The  works  and  wonders  of  thy  reign, 

Thy  vengeance  gives  the  due  reward, 
And  links  their  fouls  to  endiefs  pain.. 

4  But  ever  bleffed  be  the  Lord, 

Whofe  mercy  hears  my  mournful  voice, 
My  heart  that  trufted  in  his  word, 
In  his  falvation  mail  rejoice. 

5  Let  ev'ry  faint,  in  fore  diflrefs, 

By  faith  approach  his  Saviour  God  j 
Then  grant,  G  Lord,  thy  pardoning  grace, 
And  feed  thy  church  with  heavenly  food. 

PSALM  XXIX.  Long  Metre. 

Storm  and  thunder* 

i  f^\  IVE  to  the  Lord  ye  fons  of  fame, 
\JF*  Give  to  the  Lord  renown  and  power, 

Afcribe  due  honours  to  his  nam!, 
And  his  eternal  might  adore, 

2  The  Lord  proclaims  his  power  aloud 
i  hro*  every  ocean,  every  land  ; 

Kis  voice  divides  the  wat'ry  cloud. 

And  lightnings  blaze  at  his  command, 

3  He  fpeaks,  and  tempeft,  hail,  and  wind, 
Lay  the  wide  fore  ft  bare  around  ; 

The  fearful  hart  and  frightful  hind 
Leap  at  the  terror  of  the  found, 

4  io  Lebanon  he  turns  his  voice  ; 
And  io,  the  ftateJy  cedars  br^ak  : 

The  mountain,?  tren  ble  at  the  uoiie, 
The  v_i.es  r^r,  -he  defarts  quake, 

F    2 


68  P     S     A-    L     M     S. 

5  The  Lord  fits  fov'reign  on  the  flood; 
The  thund'rer  reigns  forever  king  : 

But  makes  his  church  his  bled  abode, 
Where  we  his  awful  glories  fmg. 

6  In  gentler  language,  there  the  Lord 
The  counfel  of  his  grace  imparts  : 

Amidft  the  raging  dorm,  hjs  word 

Speaks  peace  and  courage  to  our  hearts. 

PSALM  XXX.  Firfl  part.     Long  Metre. 

Sicknefs  healed,  andforrows  removed* 

i  T  WILL  extol  thee,  Lord,  on  high, 
JL  At  thy  command  difeafes  fly, 
Who  but  a  God  can  fpeak  and  fave 
From  the  dark  borders  of  the  grave  ? 

2  Sing  to  the  Lor>d,  ye  faints,  and  prove 
How  large  his  grace,  how  kind  his  love, 
Let  all  your  pow'rs  rejoice,  and  trace 
The  wond'rous  records  of  his  grace. 

3  His  anger  but  a  moment  flays ; 
His  love  is  life  and  length  of  days  ; 
Though  grief  aid  tears  the  night  employ, 
The  morning  flar  reftores  the  joy. 

PSALM  XXX.  ver.  6.  Second  part.  Long  Met. 
Healthy  Jiekntfs,  and  recovery, 

1  "I7IRIVl  Was  m^  ilea,tIl>  my  day  was  bright, 
JL  And  I  prefum'd  'twould  ne'er  benight; 
Fondly  I  faid  within  my  heart, 

ci  Pleafure  and  peace  fhall  ne'er  depart.'* 

2  But  I  forgot  thine  arm  was  flrong, 
Which  made  my  mountain  fland  fo  long  ; 
Soon  as  thy  face  began  to  hide, 

t&y  health  was  gone,  my  comforts  died. 


PSALMS.  69 

3  I  cried  aloud  to  thee  my  God  ; 

"  What  canft  thou  profit  by  my  blood  ? 

"  Deep  in  .the  dud  can  I  declare 

"  Thy  truth,  or  iing  thy  goodnefs  there  ? 

4  "  Hear  me,  O  God  of  grace,  I  faid, 

"  And  bring  me  from  among  the  dead  :" 
Thy  word  rebuk'd  the  pains  I  felt, 
Thy  pard'ning  love  remov'd  my  guilt. 

5  My  groans,  and  tears,  and  forms  of  woe, 
Are  turn'd  to  joy  and  praifes  now  ; 

I  throw  my  fackclothpn  the  ground, 
And  eafe  and  gladnefs  gird  me  round. 

6  My  tongue,  the  glory  of  my  frame, 
Shall  ne'er  be  filent  of  thy  name  % 

Thy  praife  mail  found  through  earth  and  heav'n, 
For  ficknefs  heal'd,  and  fins  forgiv'n. 

PSALM  XXXI.  yen  5,   13, —  io?  22>  23- 
Firft  part.    Common  Metre.    " 
.  Deliverance  from  death. 

2  HP  O  thee,  O  God  of  truth  and  love3 

JL     My  fpirit  I  commit  ;        m 
Thou  haft  redeem' d  my  foul  from  death, 

And  fav'd  me  from  the  pit. 

2  Defpair  and  comfort,  hope  and  fear, 
Maintain'd  a  doubtful  ftrife  ; 

While  forrow,  pain,  and  fin  confpir'd         ; 
To  take  away  my  life. 

3  "  My  time  is  in  thy  hand,"  I  cried, 
<c   Though  I  drew  near  the  dull  :'* 

Thou  art  the  refuge  where  I  hide, 
The  God  in  whom  I  trufl. 

4  Oh  make  thy  reconciled  face 
Upon  thy  fervant  mine, 

And  lave  me  for  thy  mercy's  fake, 
For  I'm  entirely  thine. 


70  PSALMS. 

P       A      U       S       E. 

5  'Twas  in  my  hade,  my  fpirit  faid, 
"  I  mud  defpair  and  die, 

<c  I  am  cut  off  before  thine  eyes ;" 
But  thou  haft  heard  my  cry. 

6  Thy  goodnefs  how  divinely  free 
How  iweet  thy  fmiling  face, 

To  thofe  that  fear  thy  majefty, 
And  truft  thy  promis'd  grace. 

7  Ohiove  the  Lord,  all  ye  his  faints, 
And  fmg  his  praifes  loud  ; 

He'll  bend  his  ear  to  your  complaints, 
And  recompenfe  the  proud. 

PSALM  XXXI.  ver.  7,— 33,  11,— 21.  Second 

part.     Common  Metre. 

Deliverance  from  Jlander  and  reproach* 

l{  heart  rejoices  in  thy  name. 
My  God,    my  heav'nly  truft  ; 
Thou  haft  preferv'd  me  free  from  fharne, 
Mine  honour  from  the  dull  j 

My  life  is  fpent  with  grief/'  I  cried, 

My  years  confum'd  in  groans, ! 
My  ftrength  decays,  mine  eyes  are  dried, 
"  And  forrow  waftes  my  bones.' ' 

3  Among  mine  enemies  my  name 
A  proverb  vile  was  grown, 

"While  to  my  neighbours  I  become 
Forgotten  and  unknown. 

4  Slander  and  fear  on  ev'ry  fide 
Seiz'd  and  befet  me  rouj 

I  to  thy  throne  of  grace  a 
And  fpeedy  refcue  foui 


PSALMS.  ft 

PAUSE. 

5  How  great  deliv'rance  thou  haft  wrought 
Before  the  fons  of  men  ! 

The  lying  lips  to  filence  brought, 
And  made  their  boafting  vain  ! 

6  Thy  children  from  the  flrife  of  tongues 
Shall  thy  pavilion  hide, 

Guard  them  from  infamy  and  wrongs, 
And  crufh  the  fons  of  pride. 

7  Within  thy  fecret  prefence,  Lord, 
Let  me  forever  dwell : 

No  fenced  city,  walPd  and  barr'd, 
Secures  a  faint  fo  well. 

PSA LM  XXXII.  Short  Metre. 

Forgive nefs  off  ns  upon  confejfion. 

i  /*"\H  hleffed  fouls  are  they 
vJr  Whbfe  fins  are  cover'd  o'er ! 

Divinely  blefs'd  to  whom  the  Lord 
Imputes  their  guilt  no  more. 

2  They  mourn  their  follies  paft, 
And  keep  their  hearts  with  care3 

Their  lips  and  lives  without  deceit 
Shall  prove  their  faith  fincere. 

3  While  I  conceal'd  my  guilt, 
I  felt  the  feft'ring  wound, 

?TiIl  I  confefs'd  my  fins  to  thee3 
And  ready  pardon  found. 

4  Let  fmners  learn  to  pray, 

Let  faints  keep  near  the  throne ; 
Our  help  in  times  of  deep  diftreU 
Is  found  in  God  alone. 


''  *f  P.    3     A    L     M     S. 

PSALM  XXXII.    Common  Metre. 

Free  pardon  and  fvicere  obedience  ;  or,  Confejpon 

and  forgivenefs. 

1  T-TOW  bids' d  the  man  to  whom  his  God 
O  No  more  imputes  his  fin, 

But  wafh'd  in  the  redeemer's  blood, 
Hath  made  his  garments  clean  ! 

2  And  bled  beyond  expreflioniie 
Whofe  debts 'are  thus  difcharg'd  ; 

_While  from  the  guilty  bondage  free 
He  feels  his  foul  enlarg'd. 

3  His  fpirit  hates  deceit  and  lies, 
His  words  are  all  fin  cere  ; 

He  guards  his  heart,  he  guards  his  eyes, 
To  keep  his  confcience  clear, 

4  While  I  my  inward  guilt  fuppreft,  : 
No  quiet  could  I  find  ;. 

Thy  wrath  lay  burning  in  my  breaft, 
And  rack'd  my  tortur'd  mind. 

5  Then  I  confefs'd  my  troubled  thoughts, 
My  fecret  fins  reveaPd, 

Thy  pard'ning  grace  forgave  my  faults, 
Thy  grace  my  pardon  feal'd, 

6  This  fhall  invite  thy  faints  to  pray; 
When  like  a  raging  flood 

Temptations  rife,  our  ftrength  and  ftay 
Is  a  forgiving  God. 

PSALM  XXXII.  Firft  part.    Long  Metre. 

Repentance  and  free  pardon  ;  or,  Jujlificaticm  and 
fandification. 

x   T>  LESS'D  is  the  man  forever  blefs'd, 

_D  Whofe  .guilt  is  pardon'd  by  his  God, 
Whofe  fins  with  forrow  are  confefs'd, 
\  cover'd  with  his  Saviour's  blood. 


73 


P     9     A     L     M     S. 

2  Before  his  judgment  feat  the  Lord 
No  more  permits  his  crimes  to  rife  ; 

He  pleads  no  merit  of  reward, 

And  not  on  works,  but  grace,  relies, 

3  From  guile  his  heart  and  lips- are  .free, 
His  humble  joy,  his  holy  fear, 

With  deep  repentance  well  agree, 
And  join  to  prove  his  faith  fmcere. 

4  How  glorious  is  that  righteoufnefs 
That  hides  and  cancels  all  his  fins  ?: 

While  a  bright  evidence  of  grace 

Through  all  his  life  appears  and  mines. 

PSALM  XXXII.  Second. part.  Long  Metre. 
A  guilty  confeience  eafed  by  confefflon  and  pardon* 

1  "\X7"HILE  *  keep  fiIence  and  conceal 

VV      My  heavy  guilt  within  my  heart. 
What  torments  doth  my  confeience  feel  ' 
What  agonies  of  inward  fmart ! 

|  I  Spread  my  fins  before  the  Lord, 

And  all  my  fecret  faults  confefs  j 
Thy  gofpel  fpeaks  a  pard'ning  word, 

Thine  holy  fpirit  feals  the  grace, 

3  For  this  fhall  every  humble  foul 
Make  fwift  addreffes  to  thy  feat  j 

When  floods  of  huge  temptations  roll, 
There  mail  they  find  a  blefs'd  retreat. 

4  How  fafe  beneath  thy  wings  I  lie, 

When  days  grow  r'rk,  and  florins  appear  I 
And  when  I  walk,  thy  watchful  eye 
Shall  guide  me  i       :  rom  evVy  fnare. 


74  PSALM     S. 

PSALM  XXXIII.  Firfl:  part.  Common  Metre, 
Works  of  Creation  and  Providence. 

x  T)  EJOICE>  ye  rignteous  in  the  Lord, 

JL\  This  work  belongs  to  you  : 
Sing  of  his  name,  his  ways,  his  word  1 

How  holy,  juft  and  true ! 

2  His  mercy  and  his  righteoufnefs 
Let  heav'n  and  earth  proclaim  ; 

His  works  of  nature  and  of  grace 
Reveal  his  wond'rous  name. 

3  His  word  with  energy  divine, 
Thofe  heavenly  arches  fpread,  ^ 

Bade  (tarry  hods  around  them  mine, 
And  light  the  heav'ns  pervade. 

4  He  taught  the  fweliing  waves  to  flow 
To  their  appointed  deep  ; 

Bade  raging  feas  their  limits  know, 

And  ftill  their  ftation  keep. 
r  Ye  tenants  of  the  fpacious  earth, 
■   With  fear  before  him  (land  : 
He  fpake,  and  nature  took  its  birth, 

And  reds  on  his  command. 
6  He  fcorns  the  angry  nations' rage, 

And  breaks  their  vain  defigns  ? 
His  counfel  (lands  through  every  age, 

And  in  full  glory  mines. 
PSALM  XXXIII.  Second  part.  Common  Metre, 
Creatures  vain,  and  God  all-fujjidenU 

i   X>  LESS'D  is  the  nation  where  the  Lord 
JL>  Hath  fix'd  his  gracious  throne  j; 

Where  he  reveals  his  heav'nly  word, 
And  calls  their  tribes  his  own, 


P    S     A    L     M     S,  75 

1  His  eye,  with  infinite  furvey, 

Does  the  whole  world  behold  ; 
He  form'd  us  all  of  equal  clay, 

And  knows  our  feeble  mould. 

3  Kings  are  not  refcu'd  by  the  force 
Of  armies  from  the  grave  ; 

Nor  fpeed  nor  courage  of  an  horfe 
Can  his  bold  rider  fave. 

4  Vain  is  the  ftrength  of  beads  or  men  y 
Nor  fprings  our  fafety  thence  ; 

But  holy  fouls  from  God  obtain 
A  ftrong  and  fure  defence. 

5  God  is  their  fear,  and  God  their  trufl : 
When  plagues  or  famine  fpread, 

His  watchful  eye  fecures  the  juft, 
Among  ten  thoufand  dead. 

6  Lord,  let  our  hearts  in  thee  rejoice, 
And  blefs  us  from  thy  throne ; 

For  we  have  made  thy  word  our  choice, 
And  truft  thy  grace  alone. 

PSALM  XXXIII.  As  the  1 13th  Pfalm. 

Firfl  part. 

Works  of  Creation  and  Providence, 

1  '^^E  holy  fouls,  in  God  rejoice., 

X     Your  Maker's  praife  becomes  your  voice, 
Great  is  your  theme,  your  fongs  be  new ; 

Sing  of  his  name,  his  word,  his  ways, 

His  works  of  nature  and  of  grace, 
How  wife  and  holy,  juft  and  true  ! 

2  Behold,  to  earth's  remoteft  ends 
His  goodnefs  flows,  his  truth  extends  ; 

His  pow'r  the  heav'nly  arches  fpread  ; 
His  word  with  energy  divine, 
Bade  fiai  ry  hods  around  them  mine, 

And  light  the  circling  heav'ns  pervade. 
G 


76  PSALMS. 

•»  His  hand  collefts  the  flowing  feas ; 
Thole  wat'ry  treafures  know  their  place, 

And  fill  the  ftore-houfe  of  the  deep  : 
He  fpake,  and  gave  all  nature  birth  ; 
And  fires  and  feas,  and  heav'n  and  earth, 

His  everlalling  orders  keep. 
4  Let  mortals  tremble  and  adore 
A  God  of  fuch  refiftlefs  pow'r, 

Nor  dare  indulge  their  feeble  rage  : 
Vain  are  your  thoughts,  and  weak  your  hands, 
But  his  eternal  counfel  (lands, 

And  rules  the  world  from  age  to  age. 

PSALM  XXXIH.  As  the  1 1 3th  Pfalm. 

Second  part. 

Creatures  vain,  andGodall-fufficlent. 

t  r\0.  happy  nation,  where  the  Lord 
C  J  Reveals  the  treafure  of  his  word, 

And  builds  his  church,  his  earthly  throne  ! 
t-t;.  -v-  the  heathen  world  furveys, 
He  form'd  their  heart,,  he  knows  their  ways, 

But  God  their  maker  is  unknown. 
5  Let  kings  rely  upon  their  holt, 
And  of  his  itrength  the  champion  bcaft  ; 

In  vain  they  boaft,  in  vain  rely; 
In  vain  we  truft  the  brutal  force, 

Or  fpeed  or  courage  of  an  horie, 
To  guard  his  rider,  or  to  fly. 
-  The  arm  of  our  almighty  Lord 

aSSESSr 


PSALMS.  77 

4  In  ficknefs  or  the  bloody  field, 
Our  great  phyfician  and  our  fliield 

Shall  fend  falvation  from  his  throne  ; 
We  wait  to  fee  thy  goodnefs  fhine  ; 
Let  us  rejoice  in  help  divine, 

For  all  our  hope  is  God  alone. 

PSALM  XXXIV.  Firfl  part.  Long  Metre. 
God's  care  of  the  faints  :  or  Deliverance  by  prayer. 

i  IT     ORD,  I  will  blefs  thee  all  my  days, 
|  j  Thy  praife  fhall  dwell  upon  my  tongue  : 

My  foul  fhall  glory  in  thy  grace, 

While  faints  rejoice  to  hear  the  fong. 


s.  Come  magnify  the  Lord  with  me, 
Let  ev'ry  heart  exalt  his  name  ; 

I  fought  th'  eternal  God,  and  he 
Has  not  expos'd  my  hope  to  fhame. 

3  I  told  him  all  my  fecret  grief, 

My  fecret  groaning  reach'd  his  ears  ; 
He  gave  my  inward  pains  relief, 
And  calm'd  the  tumult  of  my  fears. 

4  To  him  the  poor  lift  up  their  eyes, 
With  heav'nly  joy  their  faces  mine, 

A  beam  of  mercy  from  the  fkies 

Fills  them  with  light  and  love  divine. 

5  His  holy  angels  pitch  their  tents 
Around  the  men  that  ferve  the  Lord  ; 

Oh  fear  and  love  him,  all  his  faints, 
Tafte  of  his  grace  and  trufl  his  word. 

6  The  wild  young  lions,  pinch'd  with  pain 
And  hunger,  roar  through  all  the  wood  \ 

But  none  mall  feek  the  Lord  in  vain,- 
Nor  want  fupplies  of  real  good. 


73  PSALMS. 

PSALM  XXXIV.    ver.  11,-22.  Second  part. 
Long  Metre.  „ 

Religious  education  ;  or,  Injiruclions  of  piety. 

1  ^^HILDREN,  in  years  and  knowledge  young, 
\^j   Your  parents' hope,  your  parents  joy, 

Attend  the  counfels  of  my  tongue, 

Let  pious  thoughts  your  minds  employ. 

2  If  you  dehre  a  length  of  days, 

And  peace,  to  crown  your  mortal  ft  ate, 
Restrain  your  feet  from  impious  ways, 
Your  lips  from  flander  and  deceit. 

3  The  eyes  of  God  regard  his  faints, 
His  ears  are  open  to  their  cries  ; 

Ke  fets  his  frowning  face  againft 
The  fons  of  violence  and  lies. 

4  To  humble  fouls  and  broken  hearts 
God  with  his  grace  is  ever  nigh  j 

Pardon  and  hope  his  love  imparts, 
When  men  in  deep  contrition  lie. 

5  He  tells  their  tears,  he  counts  their  groans, 
His  Son  redeems  their  fouls  from  death 

His  fpirit  heals  their  broken  bones, 

His  praife  employs  their  tuneful  breath. 
PSALM  XXXIV.  ver.  1,— io.Firft  part, 
•    Common  Metre. 
Prayer  and  praife  for  eminent  deliverance. 

1  "I'LL  blefs  the  Loid  from  day  to  day  ; 
1    Hew  good  are  all  his  ways ! 

Ye  humble  fouls  that  ufe  to  pray, 
Come,  help  my  lips  to  praife. 

2  Sing  to  the  honour  of  his  name, 
How  a  poor  fufPrer  cry'd, 

Nor  was  his  hope  expos'd  to  (hame, 
Nor  was  his  luit  deny'd. 


PSALMS.  79 

g  When  threatening  forrows  round  me  flood, 

And  endlefs  fears  arofe, 
Like  the  loud  billows  of  a  flood, 

Redoubling  all  my  woes. 
4  I  told  the  Lord  my  fore  diflrefs, 

With  heavy  groans  and  tears  ;     . 
He  gave  my  fharpefl  torments  eafe, 

Andfilenc'd  all  my  fears; 

pa      u      S      Eo 
[5  O  fmners,  come  and  tafte  his  love3 

Come  learn  his  pleafant  ways, 
And  let  your  own  experience  prove 

The  fweetnefs  of  his  grace. 
6  He  bids  the  angels  pitch  their  tents 

Round  where  his  children  dwell : 
What  ills  their  heav'nly  care  prevents 

No  earthly  tongue  can  tell.] 
[7   O  love  the  Lord,  ye  faints  of  his  ; 

His  eye  regards  the  juft  ! 
How  richly  blefs'd  the  portion  is 

Who  make  the  Lord  their  trud  ! 
8  Young  lions,  pinch'd  with  hunger,  roar, 

And  famim  in  the  wood  : 
But  God  fupplies  his  holy  poor 

With  ev'ry  needful  good.] 

PSALM    XXXIV.    ver.  1  r,-22.  Second  part. 
Common  Metre. 

Exhortation  to  peace  and  hcllnefs. 

1  €^  0ME'  chiI'iren>  learn  to  fear  the  Lord, 
\^4   And  that  your  days  be  long, 

Let  not  a  falfe  or  fpiteful  word 

Be  found  upon  your  tongue. 

2  Depart  from  mifchief,  pra%fe  love, 
Purfue  the  works  of  peace  ■ 

So  (hall  the  Lord  your  ways  approve, 
And  fet  your  (bub  at  eafe.  * 

G  2 


So  PSALMS. 

3  His  eyes  awake  to  guard  the  juft, 
His  ears  attend  their  cry  : 

When  broken  fpirits  dwell  in  dud, 
The  God  of  grace  is  nigh. 

4  "What  though  the  forrows  here  they  tafte 
Are  fharp  and  tedious  too, 

The  Lord  who  faves  them  all  at  laft, 
Is  their  fupporter  now. 

5  Evil  fhall  fmite  the  wicked  dead  ; 
But  God  fecures  his  own, 

Prevents  the  mifchief  when  they  Hide, 
Or  heals  the  broken  bone. 

6  When  defolation,  like  a  flood, 
O'er  the  proud  finner  rolls, 

Saints  find  a  refuge  in  their  God, 
For  he  redeemed  their  fouls. 

VSALM  XXXV.  ver.  iW, 13, 14.  Common  Metre. 

Love  to  enemies  ;  or,  The  love  ef  Chriji  toftnners> 
typified  in  David* 

1  TJ  EHOLD  the  love,  the  generous  love, 
J3     That  holy  David  mows  : 

Behold  his  kind  companion  move, 
For  his  afflicted  foes  I  . 

2  When  they  are  fick  his  foul  complains, 
And  feems  to  feel  the  fmart  j 

The  fpirit  of  the  gofpel  reigns, 
And  melts  his  pious  heart. 

3  How  did  his  flowing  tears  condole, 
As  for  a  brother  dead  1 

And  fading,  mortify'd  his  foul. 

While  for  their  life  he  pray  d.        ■  ■- 

4  They  groan'd  and.curs'd  him  on  their  bed, 
Yet '{till  he  pleads  and  mourns  > 

And  double  bkffmgs  on  his  head 
The  righteous  God  returns. 


PSALMS.  8x 

5  O  glorious  type  of  heav'nly  grace ! 
Thus  Chrift  the  Lord  appears  : 

While  Tinners  curfe  the  Saviour  prays, 
And  pities  them  with  tears. 

6  He,  the  true  David,  Ifra'ls  king, 
Blefs'd  and  belov'd  of  God, 

To  fave  us  rebels  dead  in  fin 
Paid  his  own  dearefl  blood. 

PSALM    XXXVI.  ver.  5.-9.  Long  Metre. 

The  perfections  and  providence  of  God;  or,  General 
providence  and fpecial  grace, 

1  T  TIGH  in  the  heaven's,  eternal  God, 

JLjL  Thy  goodnefs  in  full  glory  (nines  \ 
Thy  truth  mail  break  through  ev'ry  cloud 

That  veils  and  darkens  thy  defigns. 
1  Forever  firm  thy  juftice  (lands, 

As  mountains  thek  foundations  keep  ; 
Wife  are  the  wonders  of  thy  hands, 

Thy  judgments  area  mighty  deep. 

3  Thy  providence  is  kind  and  large, 
Both  man  and  bead  thy  bounty  (hare  ; 

The  whole  creation  is  thy  charge, 
But  faints  are  thy  peculiar  care. 

4  My  God  !  how  excellent  thy  grace  ; 
Whence  all  our  hope  and  comfort  fprings  \ 

Thefons  of  Adam  in  dillrefs 
Fly  to  the  fhadow  of  thy  wings. 

5  From  the  provifions  of  thy  houfe 
We  (hall  be  fed  with  fweet  repaft  \ 

There  mercy,  like  a  river,  flows, 
And  brings  falvation  to  our  tafle. 

6  Life.,  like  a  fountain  rich  and  free, 
Spring   from  the  prefenceof  my  Lord  $ 

And  in  thy  light  our  fouls  (hall  fee 
The  glories  promis'd  in  thy  word. 


■ 


82  PSALM    S. 

PSALM  XXXVI.  v.  1,2,5,6,7,9.   Common 

Metre. 

Praclical  atbeifm  expofed ;  or,  The  being  and  attri- 
butes of  God  aferted. 

t  V\  7HILE  men  grow  bold  in  wicked  ways, 

W    And  yet  a  God  they  own, 
My  heart  within  me  often  fays, 

"  Their  thoughts  believe  there's  none." 

a  Their  thoughts  and  ways  at  once  declare, 

(Whate'er  their  Tips  profefs)  . 
God  hath  no  wrath  for  them  to  fear, 

Nor  will  they  feek  his  grace. 

3  How  flrange  felf-flattery  blinds  their  eyes  ? 
But  there's  a  haft'ning  hour 

When  they  (hall  fee,  with  fore  furprife, 
The  terrors  of  thy  pow'r. 

4  Thyjuftice  fhall  maintain  its  throne, 
Though  mountains  melt  away  ; 

Thy  judgments  are  a  world  unknown, 
A  deep  unfathom'd  fea. 

5  Above  thefe  heav'ns'  created  rounds 
Thy  mercies,  Lord,  extend  ; 

Thy  truth  outlives  the  narrow  bounds 
Where  time  and  nature  end. 

6  Safety  to  man  thy  goodnefs  brings. 
Nor  overlooks  the  beafi: ; 

Beneath  the  fhadow  of  thy  wings 
Thy  children  chufe  to  reft. 

Vj  From  thee,  when  creature-dreams  run  law. 

And  mortal  comforts  die, 
Perpetual  fprings  of  life  fhall  flow, 

And  raife  our  pleafures  high. 


PSALMS.  83 

8  Though  all  created  light  decay, 

And  death  clofe  up  our  eyes, 
Thy  prefence  makes  eternal  day, 

Where  clouds  can  never  rife.] 

PSALM  XXXVI.  ver.   1,-7.  Short  Metre. 

The  wickednefs^  of  man,  and  the  majejiy  of  God  ;  or, 
Pradical  atheifm  expofed. 

1  VI  THEN  man  grows  bold  in  fin, 

YV    My  heart  within  me  cries, 
"  He  hath  no  faith  of  God  within, 

"  Nor  fear  before  his  eyes*" 

[2  He  walks  awhile  conceaPd, 

In  a  felf-flatt'ri ng  dream, 
Till  his  dark  crimes,  at  once  reveal'd, 

Expofe  his  hateful  name. 3 

3  His  heart  is  falfe  and  foul, 

His  words  are  fmooth  and  fair ; 
Wifdom  is  banifh'd  from  his  foul, 
And  leaves  no  goodnefs  there. 

4  He  plots  upon  his  bed 
New  mifchiefs  to  fulfil ; 

He  fets  his  heart,  and  hand,  and  head, 
To  praclife  all  that's  ill. 

5  But  there's  a  dreadful  God, 
Though  men  renounce  his  fear, 

His  juftice  hid  behind  the  cloud 
Shall  one  great  day  appear. 

6  His  truth  tranfcends  the  Iky, 
In  heav'n  his   mercies  dwell ; 

Deep  as  the  fea  his  judgments  lie, 
His  anger  burns  to  hell. 

7  How  excellent  his  love, 
Whence  all  our  fafety  fprings  ! 

O  never  let  my  foul  remove 
From  underneath  his  wings! 


/ 


S*  PSALM     S. 

PSALM  XXXVII.  ver.   1,-15.  Krft  part 

Common  Metre. 

:•  cure  of envy \  freffulnefs,  end  unbelief:  or, 
.is  of  the  righteous  an.:  :ked. 

1  TTTF/  my  foul,  and  fret 

V\'     To  fee  t.  rile  ? 

Or  envy  finners  :  great 

By  violence  and  lies  : 

z  As  now'ry  grafs,  cut  down  at  nc: 

Eefore  the  es, 

So  (hall  their  glories  vanquifc  fc  : 

In  i  ing  (hades. 

3  Then  let  me  make  the  Lord  my  truft, 
And  praclifeali  that's  goc 

tail  I  dwell  amc:  aft, 

And  he'll  provide  me  food. 

4  I  to  mv  God  f\  s  commit, 
And  cheerful  wait  his  will  ; 

Thy  hand  which  guides  my  doubtful  feet, 
Shall  my  defires  fall 

c  Mine  innocence  malt  thou  difplay, 
And  make  thy  nts  known, 

Fair  as  the  light  of  dawning  day, 
And  glorious  as  the  noon. 

6  The  meek  at  lad  the  earth  poflefs, 
And  are  the  heirs  of  heav'n  ; 

:  riches,  with  abundant  peace. 
To  humble  fouls  are  giv'n. 

p     a     u     s     £ 

7  Reil  in  the  Lord,  and  keep  his  way, 
Nor  let  your  anger  rife, 

Though  providence  mould  long  delay 
To  punifh  haughty  vice. 


I 


PSALMS.  93 

8  Let  finners  join  to  break  your  peace, 
And  plot  and  rage  and  foam  : 

The  Lord  derides  them  for  he  fees 
Their  day  of  vengeance  come. 

9  They  have  drawn  out  the  threat'ningfword, 
Have  bent  the  murd'rous  bow, 

To  flay  the  men  that  fear  the  Lord, 
And  bring  the  righteous  low. 

10  My  God  fhall  break  their  bows,  and  burn 
Their  perfecuting  darts, 

Shall  their  own  fwords  againft  them  turn  ; 
And  pierce  their  ftubborn  hearts. 

PSALM  XXXVII.  ver.  16,  21,  26,-51. 
Second  part.     Common  Metre. 

Charity  to  the  poor ;  or,  Religion  in  words  and 
deeds, 

1  "T"¥7"HY  do  the  wealthy  wicked  boaft? 

\f\     And  grow  profanely  bold  ? 
The  meanefl  portion  of  the  \u& 
Excels  the  fmner's  gold. 

2  The  wicked  borrows  of  his  friends. 
But  ne'er  defigns  to  pay, 

The  faint  is  merciful,  and  lends, 
Nor  turns  the  poor  away. 

3  His  alms,  with  liberal  heart,  he  give? 
Amongft  the  fons  of  need  ; 

His  mem'ry  to  long  ages  lives, 
Andblefied  is  his  feed. 

4  His  lips  abhor  to  talk  profane, 
To  fiander  or  defraud  ; 

His  ready  tongue  declares  to  men 
What  he  has  karn'd  of:  God. 


S6  PSALMS. 

5  The  law  and  gofpel  of  the  Lord 
Deep  in  his  heart  abide  ; 

Led  by  the  Spirit  and  the  Word, 
His  feet  {hall  never  Aide. 

6  When  finners  fall,  the  righteous  (land 
Preferv'd  from  ev'ry  (hare  ; 

They  {hall  poffefs  the  promis  d  land, 

And  dwell  forever  there. 
PSALM  XXXVII.    ver.  23— 37-    Third  part. 
Common  Metre. 
The  way  and  end  of  the  righteous  and  wicked. 
1  Ik  yfY  God,  the  Reps  of  pious  men 

VI    Are  order'd  by  thy  will  ;     # 
Though  they  mould  fall,  they  rife  again, 

Thy  hand  fupports  them  {till. 
a  The  Lord  delights  to  fee  their  ways, 

Their  virtue  he  approves : 
He'll  ne'er  deprive  them  of  his  grace, 

Nor  leave  the  men  he  loves. 
,  Theheav'nly  heritage  is  theirs, 

Their  portion  and  their  home  y  > 

He  feafts  them  now,  and  makes  them  heirs 

Of  bleflings  long  to  come. 
4  Wait  on  the  Lord,  ye  fons  of  men, 

Nor  fear  when  tyrants  frown  ;    # 
Ye  (hall  confefs  their  pride  was  vain, 
When  juftice  cads  them  down. 


\       U       S       K. 


5  The  haughty  finner  have  I  feen, 
Not  feerjng  man  nor  God, 

Like  a  tall  bay-tre-  fair  and  green, 
Spreading  his  arms  abroad. 


PSALMS.  g7 

6  And  lo,  he  vanifh'd  from  the  ground, 
DeftroyM  by  hands  unfeen  ; 

Nor  root,  nor  branch,  nor  leaf,  was  found, 
Where  all  that  pride  had  been. 

7  But  mark  the  man  of  righteoufnefs, 
His  fev'ral  fteps  attend  ; 

True  pleafure  runs  through  all  his  ways, 
And  peaceful  is  his  end. 

PSALM    XXXVIII.  Common  Metre. 

Guilt  of  confcience  and  relief ;   or,  Repentance  and 
prayer  for  pardon  and  health. 

i     A   MIDST  thy  wrath  remember  love. 

XJL  Reftore  thy  fervant,  Lord, 
Nor  let  a  Father's  chaft'ning  prove 

Like  an  avenger's  fword. 

2  Thine  arrows  Hick  within  my  heart 
My  flefh  is  forely  prefs'd  * 

Between  the  forrow  and  the  fmart 
My  fpirit  finds  no  reft. 

3  My  fins  a  heavy  load  appear, 
And  o'er  my  head  are  gone  : 

Too  heavy  they  for  me  to  bear, 
Too  hard  for  me  t'atone. 

4  My  thoughts  are  like  a  troubled  fea. 
inat  finks  my  comforts  down  ; 

And  I  go  mourning  all  the  day 
beneath  my  Father's  frown. 

5  Lord,  I  am  weaken'd  and  difmay'd, 
None  of  my  powers  are  whole  ; 

My  wounds  with  piercing  anguifh  bleed. 
IheanguiihofmyfouL 

H 


PSA    L  'IVI 


6  All  my  defires  to  thee  are  known, 
Thine  eve  counts  every  tear, 

Andev'ry'iigh,  and  ev'ry  groan, 
Is  notic'd  by  thine  ear. 

7  'Ihouart  my  God,  my  only  hope, 
My  God  will  hear  my  cry  \ 

My  God  will  bear  my  fpirit  up 

When  Satan  bids  me  die. 
[8  My  foes  rejoice  whene'er  I  Hide, 

To  fee  my  virtue  fail  ; 
They  raife  their  pleafure  and  their  pride 

Whene'er  their  wiles  prevail. 
o.  But  I'll  confefs  my  guilty  ways, 

And  grieve  for  all  my  fin  ; 
HI  mourn  how  weak  the  feeds  of  grace, 

And  beg  fupport  divine.  ■ 

io  My  God,  forgive  my  follies  palt, 

And  be  forever  nigh, 
O  Lord  of  my  falvation,  halte, 

Before  thy  fervant  die.] 
PSALM.XXXlX.ver     i,  a,   f    Firft  pa* 
Common  Metre. 

Watchful   ever  the  tongue;    or,  Prudence  and 

J  veal. 

,  rapHUS  I  refolvVd  before  the  Lord, 

1      »  Now  will  I  watch  my  tongue, 
«  Left  I  let  flip  one  finful  word,    ^ 

«  Or  do  my  neighbour  wrong. 
o  Whene'er  Jonteairi'd  awhile  to  (lay 

With  men  of  'life  profane, 
I'll  let  a  double  guard  that  day,  ,# 

Norletmytaikbcvam. 
,  I'll  fcarceallowmyl.ps  to  fpeak 

J  The  pious  thoughts  I  feel,        ■ 
IA\  fcoffer-s  fnould  th'  occaflen  ta^e 
To  mock  my  holy  zeal. 


P     S     A     L     M     S.  '89 

•  4  Yet  if  feme  proper  hour  appear, 
I'll  nor  be  overaw'd, 
But  let  the  fcoffing  finners  hear 
That  we  can  fpeak  for  God. 

PSALM  XXXIX.  ver.  4,5,6,7.  Second  par. 
Common  Metre. 

The  vanity  of  man  as  mortal. 

*  ripE^;CH  me  the  meafure  of  my  days. 
JL     Thou  Maker  of  my  frame  ; 

1  would  furvey  life's  narrow  fpace. 

And  learn  how  frail  I  am. 

2  A  fpan  is  all  that  we  can  &oaft, 
An  inch  or  two  of  time  ; 

Man  is  but  vanity  and  dun? 
In  all  his  flower  and  prime, 

3  See  the  vain  race  of  mortals  move 
Like  fhadows  o'er  the  plain ; 

They  rage  and  ftrive,  defire  and  love, 
But  all  the  noife  is  vain. 

4  Some  walk  in  honour's  gaudy  mow 
Some  dig  for  golden  ore, 

They  toil  for  heirs,  they  know  not  who, 
And  ftraight  are  hen  no  more. 

5  What  mould  I  wifh  or  wait  for  then 
From  creatures,  earth  and  dud  ? 

They  make  our  expectations  vain, 
'  And  difappoint  our  truft. 

6  Now  I  forbid  my  carnal  hope, 
My  fond  defires  recall : 

I  give  my  mortal  interefr  up, 
And  make  my  God  my  all. 


co  PSALMS. 

PSALM    XXXIX.    ver.    9—13.   Third  part. 

Common  Metre. 
Sick-bed  devotion  ;  or,  Pleading  without  repining* 
1   g^%  OD  of  my  life,  look  gently  down, 

\jr  Behold  the  pains  I  feel ; 
But  I  am  dumb  before  thy  throne, 

Nor  dare  difpute  thy  will. 
a  Difeafes  are  thy  fervants,  Lord, 

They  come  at  thy  command  ; 
I'll  not  attempt  a  murm'ring  word 

Againft  thy  chaining  hand. 

3  Yet  I  may  plead  with  humble  cries, 
Remove  thy  (harp  rebukes  ; 

My  ftrength  confumes,  my  fpirit  dies, 
Through  thy  repeated  ftrokes. 

4  CrufliM  as  a  moth  beneath  thy  hand, 
We  moulder  to  the  duft  : 

Our  feeble  pow'rs  can  ne'er  withftand, 
And  all  our  beauty's  loft. 

5  I'm  but  a  ftranger  here  below, 
As  all  my  fathers  were  ; 

May  I  be  well  prepar'dto  go, 
When  I  thy  fummons  hear  ! 

6  But  if  my  life  befpar'd  awhile 
Before  my  laft  remove, 

Thy  praife  {hall  be  my  bus'nefs  Itill, 
And  I'll  declare  thy  love. 

PSALM    XL.    ver.  1,  a,  3,  S>  *7-    Firft  par* 
Common  Metre. 
A  fong  of  deliverance  from  great  di/trefs. 
1  T  WAITED  patient  for  the  Lord, 

X     He  bow'd  to  hear  my  cry  j 
He  faw  me  reding  on  his  word, 
And  brought  falvation  nigh. 


P     S     A     L     M     S. 

2  He  rais'd  me  from  a  horrid  pit, 
Where  mourning  long  I  lay, 

And  from  my  bonds  releas'd  my  feet, 
Deep  bonds  of  miry  clay. 

3  Firm  on  a  rock  he  made  me  ftand, 
And  taught  my  chearful  tongue 

To  praife  the  wonders  of  his  hand, 
In  a  new  thankful  fong. 

4  I'll  fpread  his  works  of  grace  abroad  .; 
The  faints  with  joy  mall  hear, 

And  finners  learn  to  make  my  God 
Their  only  hope  and  fear. 

5  How  many  are  thy  thoughts  of  love  \ 
Thy  mercies,  Lord,  how  great ! 

We  have  not  words  nor  hours  enough 
Their  numbers  to  repeat. 

6  When  I'm  afflicted,  poor  and  low. 
And  light  and  peace  depart, 

My  God  beholds  my  heavy  woe, 

And  bears  me  on  his  heart. 

PSALM    XL.  6,—o.   Second  part.     Common 

Metre. 

The  incarnation  and  facrifice  of  Qhrift. 

i  nnHUS  faith  the  Lord,    cc  Your  work  is  vain, 

_JL     "  Give  your  burrrt-ofterings  o'er, 
■"  In  dying  goats  and  bullocks  fiaia 
"  My  foul  delights  no  more.5'" 

2  Then  fpake  the  Saviour,  Ci  Lo,  Fm  here, 
"  My  God.,  to  do  thy  will  ; 

'■"  Whate'er  thy  facred  books  declare, 
Thy  fervaiits  mall  fulfil. 

3  "  Thy  love  is  ever  in  my  fight, 
"  I  keep  it  near  my  heari:  .; 

"  Mins  eyes  are  open'd  with  d  eligat 
To  what  thy  lips  jrnpar;:.' 

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02  PSALMS. 

4  And  fee  !  the  blefs'd  redeemer  comes  !      *  \ 
Th'  eternal  Son  appears, 

And  at  th'  appointed  time  aflumes 
The  body  God  prepares. 

5  Much  he  reveal'd  his  Father's  grace, 
And  much  his  truth  he  fhew'd, 

And  preach'd  the  way  of  righteoufnefs 
Where  great  avTemblies  flood. 

6  His  Father's  honour  touch'd  his  heart  ; 
He  pitied  finner's  cries, 

And  to  fulfil  a  Saviour's  part 
Was  made  a  facrifice. 

PAUSE. 

7  No  blood  of  beads  on  altars  med 
Could  warn  the  confidence  clean, 

But  the  rich  facrifice  he  paid 
Atones  for  all  our  fin. 

8  Then  was  the  great  falvation  fpread, 
And  Satan's  kingdom  fhook ; 

Thus  by  the  woman's  promis'd  feed 
The  ferpent'«  head  was  broke. 
PSALM   XL.  ver.  5—10.  Long  Metre. 

Chrijl  our  facrifice. 
1  npiHE  wonders,  Lord,  thy  love  has  wrought, 

\_     Exceed  our  praife,  furmount  our  thought  \ 

Should  I  attempt  the  long  detail, 

My  fpeech  would  faint,  my  numbers  fail. 
1  No  blood  of  beads,  on  altars  fpilt, 

Can  cleanfe  the  foul  of  man  from  guilt ; 

But  thou  haft  fet  before  our  eyes 

An  all-fufficient  facrifice. 
3  Lo  1  thine  eternal  Son  appears, 

To  thy  defigns  he  bows  his  ears, 

AfTumesa  body  well  prepar'd, 

And  well  performs  a  work  fo  hard. 


PSALM    S.  93 

4  "  Behold  I  come,"  the  Saviour  cries, 
With  love  and  duty  in  his  eyes  ; 

*c  I  come  So  bear  the  heavy  load 
"  Of  fins,  and  do  thy  will,  my  God, 

5  M  'Tis  written  in  thy  great  decree, 
"  'Tis  in  thy  book  foretold  of  me  ; 
«*  I  mud  fulfil  the  Saviour?s  part  ; 
"  And,  lo !  thy  law  is  in  my  heart. 

6  "  I'll  magnify  thy  holy  law, 

u  And  rebels  to  obedience  draw, 
"  When  on  my  crofs  Pm  lifted  high, 
"  Or  to  my  crown  above  the  iky. 

7  "  The  fpirit  (hall  defcend  and  Ihow 

"  What  thou  haft  done,  and  what  I  do ; 

"  The  wond'ring  world  fhall  learn  thy  grace, 

"  And  all  creation  tune  thy  praife." 

PSALM    XLI.  ver.  i,  2,  3.     Long  Metre. 

Charity  to  the  poor  ;  or,  Pity  to  the  afflicled. 

1  TJ  LESS'D  is  the  man  whofe  bread  can  move, 
J3  And  melt  with  pity  to  the  poor, 

Whofe  foul,  by  fympathizing  love, 
Feels  what  his  fellow-feints  endure. 

2  His  heart  contrives  for  their  relief 
More  good  than  his  own  hands  can  do  \ 

He,  in  the  time  of  general  grief, 
Shall  find  the  Lord  has  mercy  too. 

3  His  foul  fhall  live  fecure  on  earth, 
With  fecret  bleflings  on  his  head, 

When  drought,  and  peflilence,  and  dearth, 
Around  him  multiply  their  dead. 

4  Or  if  he  languifh  on  his  couch, 

God  will  pronounce  his  fins  forglv'n, 
Will  fave  him  with  a  healing  touch, 
Or  take  his  willing  foul  to  heav'n. 


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94  P  "  S    .A     L     M     S. 

PSALM  XLII.  ver.  i, — 9.  Firft  part.  Common 

Metre. 
Defertion  and  hope ;  or,  Complaint  of  abfence  from 
public  zvorftip. 

ITH  earned  longings  of  the  mind, 
My  God,  to  thee  1  look  ; 
So  pants  the  haunted  hart  to  find 
And  tafte  the  cooling  brook. 

2  When  mall  I  fee  thy  courts  of  grace, 
And  meet  my  God  again  ? 

So  long  an- abfence  from  thy  face 
My  heart  endures  with  pain. 

3  Temptations  vex  my  weary  foul, 
And  tears  are  my  repaft  ; 

The  foe  infults  without  controul, 
«<  And  where's  your  God  at  laft  ?" 

4  'Tis  with  a  mournful  pleafure  now 
I  think  on  ancient  days  ; 

Then  to  thy  houfe  did  numbers  go> 
And  all  our  work  was  praife. 

5  But  why  my  foul  funk  down  fo  far 
Beneath  this  heavy  load  ? 

My  fpirit  why  indulge  defpair, 
And  fin  again  ft  my  God  ? 

6  Hope  in  the  Lord,  whofe  mighty  hand 
Can  all  thy  woes  remove, 

For  I  (hall  yet  before  him  ftanS. 
And  fing  reftoring  love. 

PSALM  XLII.  ver.    6— 11.  Second  part. 
Long  Metre. 
Melancholy    thoughts    reproved ;    or,    Hope  in  af- 
fliction* 

-1  7?^  /FY  fpirit  finks  within  me,  Lord, 
JlVJL  fint  I  will  call  thy  name  to  mind, 

And  times  of  pari  diftr.efs  record, 

When  I  have  found  mv  QoC\  was  kind. 


PSALMS.  95 

4  Huge  troubles,  with  tumultuous  noife, 
Swell  like  a  fea,  and  round  me  fpread  ^ 

The  rifing  waves  drown  all  my  joys, 
And  roll  tremendous  o'er  my  head. 

3  Yet  will  the  Lord  command  his  love, 
When  I  addrefs  his  throne  by  day, 

Nor  in  the  night  his  grace  remove  ; 
The  night  mall  hear  me  fing  and  pray* 

4  I'll  caft  myfelf  before  his  feet, 

And  fay,  "  My  God,  my  heav'nly  Rock, 
*4  Why  doth  thy  love  fo  long  forget 

"  The  foul  that  groans  beneath  thy  ftroke." 

5  I'll  chide  my  heart  that  finks  fo  low  ; 
Why  fhould  my  foul  indulge  her  grief? 

Hope  in  the  Lord,  and  praife  him  too  j 
He  is  my  reft,  my  fure  relief. 

6  My  God,  my  mod  exceeding  joy, 
Thy  light  and  truth  fhall  guide  me  ftill, 

Thy  word  fhall  my  beft  thoughts  employ, 
And  lead  me  to  thine  heav'nly  hill. 

PSALM  XLIII.     Common  Metre. 

Safety  in  divine  protection. 

i  T  QDGE  me,  O  God  and  plead  my  caufe, 

J    Againft  a  finful  race  ; 
From  vile  oppreflion  and  deceit 

Secure  me  by  thy  grace. 

i  On  thee  my  fledfaft  hope  depends, 

And  am  I  left  to  mourn  ? 
To  fink  in  forrows,  and  in  vain, 

Implore  thy  kind  return  ? 

3  Oh  fend  thy  light  to  guide  my  feet, 

And  bid  thy  truth  appear, 
ConducT:  me  to  thy  holy  hill, 

To  tafte  thy  mercies  there. 


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4  Then  to  thy  altar,  oh,  my  God, 
My  joyful  feet  fhall  rife, 

And  my  triumphant  fong  mall  praife 
The  God  that  rules  the  ikies. 

5  Sink  not,  t  my  foul,  -  beneath  thy  -fear, 
Nor  yield  do  weak  deipair  5 

For  I  fhall  live  to  praife  the  Lord, 
And  btefs  his  guardian  care. 

P  S  A  L  M  XLIV.  ver.  1,  2,  3,  8,   13^36. 

Common  Metre. 

The  church's  complaint  in  persecution. 

1  "        ORD,  ye  have  heard  thy , works  of  old, 
JL  jl  ^Thy  works  .of  power  and  grace, 

When  to  our  ears  our  fathers  told 
The  wonders  of  their  days  : 

2  They  faw  thy  beautious  churches  rife, 
The  fprjeading  gofpel  run  ; 

While  light  and  glory  from  the  ikies 
Through  all  their  temples. (hone. 

3  In  God  they  boafted  all  the  day, 
And  in  a  cheerful  throng 

Did  thoufan-ds  meet  to  praife  and  pray, 
And  grace  was  all  their  fong. 

4  But  now  our  fouls  arefeiz'd  with  fhame, 
Confufion  fills  our  face, 

To   hear  the  enemy  blafpheme, 
And  fools  reproach  thy  grace. 

5  Yet  have  we  not  forgot  our  God, 
Nor  falfely  dealt  with  heav'n, 

Nor  have  our  fteps  declin'd  the  road 
Of  duty  thou  half  giv'n. 

6  Though  dragons  all  around  us  roar 
With  their  deitruclive  breath, 

And  thine  own  hand  hasbruis'd  us  fore, 
Hard  by  the  gates,  of  death. 


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v,    s 


7  We  are  expos'd  all  day  to  die, 

As  martyrs  for  thy  name ; 
As  fheep  for  Slaughter- bound  we  He, 

And  wait  the  kindling  flame. 

S  Awake,  arife,  almighty  Lord, 

Why  ileeps  thy  wanted  grace  ? 
Why  mould  wefeem  like  men  abhbr'd, 

Or  baninYd  from  thy  face  ?■■ 

9  Wilt  thou  forever  caft  us  off, 

And  ftp!  neglect  our  cries  f 
Forever  hide  thine  heav'rJy  love 

From  our  airlifted  eyes  ? 

io  Down  to  the  dud  our  foul  is  b'ow*d. 

Adc  dies  upon  the  ground  ; 
Rife  for  our  help,  rebuke  the  proud. 

And  all  their  pow'rs  confound. 

1 1    Redeem  us  from  perpetual  fhame, 

Our  Saviour  and  bur  God  • 
We  plead  the  honours  of  thy  name, 

The  merits  of  thy  blood. 

PSALTM  XL V.     Short  Metre. 

The  glory  of  Ghrlft  ;  the  fuccefs  of  the  gefpei  ;  and 

the  Gentile  church. 

jL  V  JL  Tby  beauties  are  divine  ; 
Thy  lips  with  bleffings' overflow, 
And  every  grace  is  thine. 

2  Now  make  thy  glory  known, 

Gird  on  thy  dreadful  fword, 
And  rife  in  majeflv  to'fpread- 

The  conquefh  of:  thy  wcrd, 


93  PSALMS. 

3  Strike  through  thy  (lub^orn  foes, 
Or  make  their  heart*  obey, 

Whilft  juftice,  meekrf&s,  grace  and  truth 
Attend  thy  glorious  w,ay. 

4  Thy  laws,  O  God,  are  right, 
Thy  throne  {hall  ever  ftand  ; 

And  thy  viaorious  gofpel  prove 
A  fceptre  in  thy  hand. 

[5  Thy  Father  and  thy  God 

Hath  without  meafurefhed 
His  Spirit,  like  a  grateful  oil, 

T'  anoint  thy  facred  head.] 
[6  Behold,  at  thy  right  hand 

The  Gentile  church  is  feen, 
A  beauteous  bride,  in  rich  attire, 

And  princes  guard  the  queen.] 

7  Fair  bride,  receive  his  love, 
Forget  thy  father's  houfe  ; 

Forfake  thy  gods,  thy  idol  gods, 
And  pay  thy  Lord  thy  vows. 

8  O  let  thy  God  and  King, 

Thy  fweeteft  thoughts  employ  ; 
Thy  children  mail  his  honour  fing, 
And  tafte  the  heav'nly  joy. 

PSALM  XLV.  Common  Metre. 
The  perfonal glories  and  government  ofChri/i. 
%  T'LL  fpeak  the  honours  of  my  King, 

X  His  form  divinely  fair  : 
None  of  the  fons  of  mortal  race 
May  with  the  Lord  compare. 
a  Sweet  is  thy  fpeech,  and  heav'nly  grace 

Upon  thy  lips  is  fhed ; 
Thy  God  with  bleflings  infinite 
Hath  crown'd  thy  facred  head. 


PSALMS.  99 

3  Gird  on  thy  fword  victorious  prince, 
Ride  with  majeftic  way  ; 

Thy  terror  fhall  flrike  through  thy  foes, 
And  make  the  world  obey. 

4  Thy  throne,  O  God,  forever  ftands, 
Thy  word  of  grace  mail  prove 

A  peaceful  fceptre  in  thy  hands, 
To  rule  thy  faints  by  love. 

5  Juftice  and  truth  attend  thee  flill 
But  mercy  is  thy  choice  ; 

And  God,  thy  God,  thy  foul  mail  fill 
With  moft  peculiar  joys. 

P  S  A  L  M  XLV.  Fir  ft  part.  Long  Metre, 
The  glory  of  Chrift,  and  power  of  his  gofpel. 

1  ^VTOW  be  my  neart  infpired  to  fing 

k%    The  glories  of  my  Saviour  King, 

Jefus  the  Lord  howheav'nly  fair 

His  form  !  how  bright  his  beauties  are  ! 
i  O'er  all  the  fons  of  human  race 

He  mines  with  far  fuperior  grace 

Love  from  his  lips  divinely  flows, 

And  bleffings  all  his  date  compofe. 
3  Drefs  thee  in  arms,  mod  mighty  Lord, 

Gird  on  the  terror  of  thy  fword, 
\In  majefty  and  glory  ride 

With  truth  and  meeknefs  at  thy  fide. 
4-  Thine  anger,  like  a  pointed  dart, 

Shall  pierce  the  foes  of  ftubborn  heart ; 

Or  words  of  mercy,  kind  and  fweet, 

Shall  melt  the  rebels  at  thy  feet. 
S  Thy  throne,  O  God,  forever  (lands, 

Grace  is  the  fceptre  in  thy  hands  ; 

Thy  laws  and  works  are  jufl  and  ric-ht. 

But  grace  and  juftice  thy  delight.    * 


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PSALMS. 


6  God,  thine  own  God,  has  richly  fried 

His  oil  of  gladnefs  on  thy  head  ; 
And  with  his  iacred  Spirit  bled 

His  firit-born  fon  above  the  reft. 

PSALM   XLV.    Second  part.     Long  Metre. 
Chrljl  and  his  church  ;  or,  The  myfiical  marriage. 

i   THE  king  of  faints,  how  fair  his  face, 
!_     Adorn'd  with  majefty  and  grace  "I 
He  comes  with  bleflings  from  above, 
And  wins  the  nations  to  his  love. 

2  At  his  right  hand  our  eyes  behold 
The  queen  arrayed  in  pureft  gold  ; 
The  world  admires  her  heavenly  drefs, 
Her  robes  of  joy  and  righteoufnefs, 

%  He  forms  her  beauties  like  his  own, 
He  calls  and  feats  her  near  his  throne  ; 
Fair  (hanger,  let  thine  heart  forget 
The  idols  of  thy  native  ftate. 

4  So  (hall  the  king  the  more  rejoice 
In  thee  the  favorite  of  his  choice ; 
Let  him  be  lov'd  and  yet  ador'd, 
^For  he's  thy  maker  and  thy  Lord.^ 

t  OhbaDpy  hour,  when  thou  (halt  rife 
To  his  fair  palace  in  the  ikies,       # 
And  all  thy  fons.  (a  numerous  tram) 
Each  like  a  prince  in  glory  reign. 

6  Let  endlefs  honours  crown  his  head  ; 
T  et  ev'rv  age  his  praifes  fpread  ; 
While  we  with  cheerful  longs  approve 
The  condefcennon  of  his  love. 


PSALMS, 


101 


PSALM  XLVI.     Firft  part.     Long  Metre. 

The   church's  fafety   and  triumph  among  national 

defolations. 
i    tiT^X  OD  is  the  refuge  of  his  faints, 

\JT  When  ftorms  of  fliarp  diftrefs  invade 
Ere  we  can  offer  our  complaints, 

Behold  him  prefent  with  his  aid. 

2  Let  mountains  from  their  feats  be  hurl'd 
Down  to  the  deep,  and  buried  there, 

Convulsions  fhake  the  folid  world, 
Our  faith  mall  never  yield  to  fear. 

3  Loud  may  the  troubled  ocean  roar, 
In  facred  peace  our  fouls  abide, 

While  ev'ry  nation,  ev'ry  fhore 

Trembles,  and  dreads  the  fwelling  tide. 

4  There  is  a  dream  whofe  gentle  flow 
Supplies  the  city  of  our  God  ! 

Life^love,  and  joy  ftill  gliding  through 
And  watering  our  divine  abode. 

5  T  hat  facred  ftream,  thine  holy  word, 
Supports  our  faith,  our  fear  controuls, 

Sweet  peace  thy  promifes  afford, 

And  give  new  ftrength  to  fainting  fouls. 

6  Zion  enjoys  her  monarch's  love, 
Secure  againfl  a  threat'ning  hour  ; 

Nor  can  her  firm  foundation  move, 

Built  on  his  truth,  and  arm'd  with  pow'r. 

PSALM  XLVI.     Second  part.     Long  Metre. 

God  fights  for  his  church. 
i  ET  Zion  in  her  king  rejoice, 

JL-4  Though  tyrants  rage,  and  kingdom's  rife  : 
He  utters  his  almighty  voice. 

The  nations  melt,  the  tumult  dies, 


to*  PSALMS. 

2  The  Lord  of  old  for  Jacob  fought, 
And  Jacob's  God  is  ftill  our  aid  ; 
Behold  the  works  his  hand  has  wrought, 

What  defolations  he  has  made. 
*  From  fea  to  fea,  through  all  the  mores 

He  makes  the  noife  of  battle  ceafe  ; 
When  from  on  high  his  thunder  roars, 

He  awes  the  trembling  world  to  peace. 
a  He  breaks  the  bow,  he  cuts  the  fpear. 

Chariots  he  burns  with  heav'nly  name  \ 
Let  earth  in  filent  wonder  hear 

The  found  and  glory  of  his  name. 
t  "  Be  ftill,  and  learn  that  I  am  God, 

"I  reign  exalted  o'er  the  lands, 
«  I  will  be  known  and  fear'd  abroad,^ 

But  (till  my  throne  in  Zion  (lands. 
6  O  lord  of  hofts,  almighty  king, 

While  wefo  near  thy  prelence  dwell, 
Our  faith  (hall  fit  fecure,  and  fmg, 
Nor  fear  the  raging  pow'rs  ot  hell. 

PSALM  XLVH.     Common  Metre. 
Chr'ifi  afcending  and  reigning. 
!    S"\H  for  a  fliout  of  facred  joy 

\^J  To  God  the  fov'reign  king  ! 
Let  ev'ry  land  their  tongues  employ, 
""And  hymns  of  triumph  Ting. 
2  Jefus  our  God  afcends  on  high, 
'  His  heav'nly  guards  around 
Attend  him,  rifing  through  the  iky, 

With  trumpet's  joyful  found. 
*  While  angels  fhout  and  praife  their  king 

Let  mortals  learn  their  drains  ; 
Let  all  the  earth  his  honours  fmg  \ 
O'er  all  the  earth  he  reigns. 


PSALMS.  103 

4  Rehearfe  his  praife  with  awe  profound, 
Let  knowledge  guide  the  fong ; 

Nor  mock  him  with  a  foiemn  found, 
Upon  a  thoughtlefs  tongue, 

5  In  Ifrael  flood  his  ancient  throne, 
He  lov'd  that  chqfen  race  : 

But  now  he  calls  the  world  his  own, 
And  heathens  tafte  his  grace. 

6  The  Gentile  nations  are  the  Lord's, 
There  Abraham's  God  is  known  ; 

While  pow'rs  and  princes,  fhields  and  fwords 
Submit  before  his  throne. 

PSALM  XLVIIL  ver.   1—8.  Firftpart.  Short 
Metre. 

The  church  is  the  honour  and  fafety  of  a  nation, 

[1  r^\  REAT  is  the  Lord  our  God, 
%^y  And  let  his  praife  be  great  5 
He  makes  his  churches  his  abode, 

His  mod  delightful  feat. 
1  Thefe  temples  of  his  grace, 

How  beautiful  they  ftand  ! 
The  honours  of  our  native  place, 

And  bulwarks  of  our  land.] 

3  In  Zion  God  is  known 
A  refuge  in  diftrefs  ; 

How  bright  has  his  falvation  fhone. 
How  fair  his  heav'nly  grace  ! 

4  When  kings  again  ft  her  join'd, 
And  faw  the  Lord  was  there, 

In  wild  confuiion  of  the  mind 
They  fled  with  hafty  fear. 

5  When  natives  tall  and  proud 
Attempt  to  fpoii  our  peace, 

He  fends  his  tempeit  roaring  loud, 
And  finks  them  in  the  feas. 


io4  PSALMS. 

6  Oft  have  our,  fathers  told, 
Our  eyes  have  often  feen, 

How  well  our  God  fecures  the  fold 
Where  his  own  flocks  have  been, 

7  In  ev'ry  new  diftrefs 
We'll  to  his  houfe  repair, 

Recal  to  mind  his  wond'rous  grace, 
And  feek  deliv' ranee  there. 

PSALM  XLVIII.  ver.  10,-14.  Second  part. 
Short  Metre. 

The  beauty  of  the  church,  or,   Gofpel-worjhip,  and 
order. 

1  T7AR  as  thy  name  is  known 

JT    The  world  declares  thy  praife  ; 
Thy  faints,  O  Lord,  before  thy  throne 

Their  fongs  of  honour  raife. 
1  With  joy  thy  people  (land 

On  Zion's  chofen  hill, 
Proclaim  the  wonders  of  thy  hand, 

And  counfelsofthy  will. 

3  Let  flrangers  walk  around 
The  city  where  we  dwell, 

Compafs  and  view  thine  holy  ground, 
And  mark  the  building  well. 

4  The  orders  of  thy  houfe, 
The  worfhip  of  thy  court, 

The  chearful  longs,  the  folemn  vows, 

And  make  a  fair  report. 
5  How  decent  and  how  wife  1 

How  glorious  to  behold  ! 
Beyond  the  pomp  that  charms  the  eyes, 

And  rites  adorn' d  witn  gold. 


PSALMS.  I05 

6  The  God  we  worfhip  now 

Will  guide  us  till  we  die  ; 
Will  be  our  God  while  here  below, 

And  ours  above  the  fky. 

PSALM    XLIX.    ver.    6,— 14.     Firft    part. 

Common  Metre. 
Pride  and  death  ;  or,  The  vanity  If  life  and  richer. 

1  "XTST^^  doth  the  man  of  riches  grow 

V  V     To  infolence  and  pride, 
To  fee  his  wealth  and  honours  flow 

With  every  rifmg  tide  ? 
[2  Why  doth  he  treat  the  poor  with  fcorn 

Madeofthefelf-fame  clay, 
And  boaft  as  though  his  flefih  were  born 

Of  better  duft  than  they  ?] 

3  Not  all  his  treafures  can  procure 
His  foul  a  fhort  reprieve, 

Redeem  from  death  one  guilty  hour, 
Or  make  his  brother  live. 

4  Eternal  life  can  ne'er  be  fold, 
The  ranfom  is  too  high  ; 

Juftice  will  ne'er  be  brib'd  with  gold, 
That  man  may  never  die. 

5  He  fees  the  brutifh  and  the  wife, 
The  timorous  and  the  brave 

quit  their  porTeiTions,  clofe  their  eyes 
And  haften  to  the  grave. 

6  Yet  'tis  his  inward  thought  and  prid<* 
"  My  houfe  (hall  ever  ftand;        ?       ' 

"And  that  my  name  may  long  abide 
"  Pll  give  it  to  my  land. 

7  Vain  are  his  thoughts,  his  hopes  are  loft, 
How  foon  his  mem'ry  dies  ! 

His  name  is  buried  in  the  duft, 
"Where  his  own  bocy  lies. 


io6  P     S     A     L     M     S. 

PAUSE. 

8  This  is  the  folly  of  their  way  ! 

And  yet  their  fons,  as  vain, 
Approve  the  words  their  fathers  fay, 

And  aft  their  works  again. 
o  Men  void  of  wifdom,  and  of  grace, 

Though  honour  raife  them  high, 
Live  like  the -beaft,   a  thoughtleis  race, 

And  like  the  beaft  they  die. 
fio  Laid  in  the  grave,  like  filly  fheep, 

Death  triumphs  o'er  them  there 
Till  the  laft  trumpet  breaks  their  deep, 

And  wakes  them  in  defpair.] 

PSALM     XL1X.    ver.   14.   W*     Second  part- 
Common  Metre. 

Death  and  the  refurrettion. 

1   m\TE  fons  of  pride,  that  hate  the juft, 

Y     And  trample  on  the  poor, 
When  death  has  brought  you  down  to  duit, 

Your  pomp  (hall  rife  no  more. 
a  The  laft  great  day  (hall  change  the  fcene  ; 

When  will  that  hour  appear  ! 
When  mall  the  juft  revive,  and  reign 

O'er  all  thatfcorn'd  them  here  ? 

3  God  will  my  naked  foul  receive, 
Call'd  from  the  world  away, 

And  break  the  prifon  of  the  grave, 
To  raife  my  mould'ring  clay. 

4  Heav'nismy  everlafting  home, 
Th' inheritance  is  fure  *, 

Let  men  of  pride  their  rage  relume, 
But  I'll  repine  no  more.. 


PSALMS.  107 

PSALM  XLIX.     Long  Metre. 
The  rich /inner*  s  deaths  and  the  faint's  refurreclion. 

1   "\TT7"ftY  ^°  ^e  Prouc*  miult  tne  poor, 

VV     -And  Doaft  ^e  large  eftates  they  have  ? 
How  vain  are  riches  to  fecure 

Their  haughty  owners  from  the  grave  ! 

a  They  can't  redeem  an  hour  from  death 
With  all  the  wealth  in  which  they  truft  ; 

Nor  give  a  dying  brother  breath, 

When  God  commands  him  down  to  dull. 

3  There  the  dark  earth,  and  difmal  made 
Shall  clafp  their  naked  bodies  round  : 

That  fleih  fo  delicately  fed 

Lies  cold,  and  moulders  in  the  ground. 

4  Like  thoughtlefs  fheep  the  hnner  dies, 
And  leaves  his  glories  in  the  tomb  : 

The  faints  mail  in  the  morning  rife, 
And  hear  the  opprefTor's  awful  doom. 

5  His  honours  perifn  in  the  duft, 

And  pomp  and  beauty,  birth  and  blood  : 
That  glorious  day  exalts  the  juft 
To  full  dominion  o'er  the  proud. 

6  My  Saviour  mail  my  life  reftore, 
And  raife  me  from  my  dark  abode  ; 

My  flefh  and  foul  mail  part  no  more, 
But  dwell  forever  near  my  God. 

PSALM  L.     ver.  1 , — 6.  Firft  part.  Common 

Metre. 

The  I  aft  judgment ;  or,  The  jaints  rewarded. 

1   HP™  Lord?  the  judge,  before  his  throne 

X     Bids  the  whole  earth  draw  nigh, 
The  nations  near  the  ri ring  fun, 
And  near  the  weftern  iky. 


10S  PSALM     S. 

a  No  more  fhall  bold  blafphemers  fay, 

"  Judgment  will  ne'er  begin ;  " 
No  more  abufe  his  long  delay 

To  impudence  and  fin. 

3  Thron'd  on  a  cloud  our  God  (hall  come, 
,  Bright  flames  prepare  his  way, 

Thunder  and  darknefs,  fire  and  ilorm 
Lead  on  the  dreadful  day. 

4  Heav'n  from  above  his  call  mall  hear 
Attending  angels  come, 

And  earth  and  hell  mall  know,  and  fear, 
His  jufiice  and  their  doom. 

5  "  But  gather  all  my  faints  (he  cries) 
"  That  made  their  peace  with  God, 

"  By  the  Redeemer's  facrifice, 
"  And  feaFd  it  with  his  blood. 

6  "Their  faith  and  works,  brought  forth  to  light, 
"  Shall  make  the  world  confefs 

*'  My  fentence  of  reward  is  right, 
"  And  heav'a  adore  my  grace. 

PSALM  L.ver.   io,  1 1,  14,  *5>  23-     Seconc 
part.     Common  metre. 

Obedience  is  better  than  facrifice. 

1  npHUS  faith  the  Lord.  "  The  fpacious  fields 
*  J.     "  And  flocks  and  herds,  are  mine ; 

"  O'er  all  the  cattle  of  the  hilh 
"  I  claim  a  right  divine. 

2  "  I  aik  no  {heep  for  facrifice, 

"  Nor  bullocks  burnt  with  fire  ; 
"  To  hope  and  love,  to  pray  and  praife, 
"Is  all  that  I  require. 

3  "  Invoke  my  name  when  trouble's  near, 
"  My  hand  fhall  fet  thee  free  ; 

"  Then  fliall  thy  thankful  lips  declare 
"  The  honour  due  to  me. 


PSALMS.  l6g 

4  c      The  man  that  offers  humble  praife, 
"  Declares  my  glory  beft  : 
"  And  thofe  that  tread  my  holy  ways 
"  Shall  my  falvation  tafte." 

PSALM  L.  ver.  1,5,8,  16,  21,  22.  Third  part. 
Common    Metre. 

The  judgment  of  hypocrites. 

1  "\1l7"HEN  ^hrift  t0  judgment  fliall  defcend, 

V  V        ^nd  faints  furround  their  Lord, 
He  calls  the  nations  to  attend, 
And  hear  his  awful  word. 

2  "  Not  for  the  want  of  bullocks  ilain 

"  Will  I  the  world  reprove  ; 
"  Altars  and  rites,  and  forms  are  vain 
"  Without  the  fire  of  love. 

3  "  And  what  have  hypocrites  to  do 

"  To  bring  their  facrifice  ? 
"  They  call  my  flatutes  juft  and  true, 
" But  deal  in  theft  and  lies. 

4  u  Could  you  exped  to  Tcape  my  fight, 

'"  And  fm  without  controul  ? 
"  But  I  fhall  bring  your  crimes  to  light 
"With  anguim  in  your  foul." 

5  Confider,  ye  that  flight  the  Lord, 

Before  his  wrath  appear : 
If  once  you  fall  beneath -his  fvvord, 
There's  no  deliverer  there. 

PSALM     L.       Long  Metre. 
Hypocrijy    expofed. 

I   HHHELord,  the  judge,  his  churches  warns, 
J.       Let  hypocrites  attend  and  fear, 
Who  place  their  hope  in  rites  and  forms, 
But  make  not  faith  nor  love  their  care. 


PSALMS 
no 


Vile  wretches  dare  rehearfe  his  name 
With  lips  of  falfehood  and  deceit  ; 
A  friend  or  brother  they  defame, 

And  foothe  and  flatter  thofe  they  hate. 
They  watch  to  do  their  neighbours  wrong, 

Yet  dare  to  feek  their  maker's  face  ; 
They  take  his  covenant  on  their  tongue, 
But  break  his  laws,  abufe  his  grace. 
To  heav'n  they  lift  their  hands  unclean, 
DefiTd  with  luft,  defil'd  with  blood  ; 
By  night  they  praftife  every  fin, 

By  day  their  mouths  draw  near  to  God. 
And  while  his  judgments  long  delay, 

They  grow  fecure  and  fin  the  more  ; 
They  think  he  fleeps  as  well  as  they, 
And  put  far  off  the  dreadful  hour. 
O  dreadful  hour  !  when  God  draws  near, 
And  fets  their  crimes  before  their  eyes  . 
His  wrath  their  guilty  fouls  fhall  tear, 
And  no  dehVrer  dare  to  nie. 
PSALM     L.      To  a  new  tune. 

The  lafi  Judgment. 
HE  Lord,  the  Sovereign,  fends  his  fummons 

Calls  thffouth  nations,  and  awakes  the  north  ; 
Erom  eaft  to  weft  the  founding  orders /P™ad 
Through  diftant  worlds  and  regions  of  the  dead  . 
No  moYe  mall  atheifts  mock  his  long .delay 
His  vengeance  fleeps  no  more  :  behold  the  day. 

a  B  holdfthe  ludge  defcends  his  guards  are  nigh, 
Tcmpeft  and  nte  attend  him   down  the  iky. 

.    HeTvC earth,  andhell  draw  near  :  let  all  things 


T 


Tn  w  hh  iuftice,  and  the  finner's  doom: 
"But  gather  firR  my  faints,"  the  Judge  eom 

«  Bring  Ae'm.ye  angels  from  their  diftant  lands 


P     S     A     L     M     S. 


in 


Behold,  my  cov'nant  (lands  forever  good, 

Seal'd  by  th'  eternal  facrifice  in  blood, 

And  fign'd  with  all  their  names ;  the  Greek,  the 

Jew, 
That  paid  the  ancient  worfhip,  or  the  new, 
There's  nodidinction  here:  prepare  their  thrones ; 
And  near  me  feat  my  fav'rites  and  my  fans, 

I,  their  almighty  Saviour  and  their  God, 

I  am  their  Judge  :  ye  heav'ns,  proclaim  abroad 

My  juft  eternal  fentence,  and  declare 

Thofe  awful  truths  that  fmners  dread  to  hear  ; 

Sinners  in  Zion,  tremble,  and  retire ; 

I  doom  the  painted  hypocrite  to  fire,. 

Net  for  the  want  of  goats  or  bullocks  flam 
Do  I  condemn  thee  ;  bulls  and  goats  are  vain 
Without  the  flames  of  love  -?  in  vain  the  {lore 
Of  brutal  off 'rings  that  were  mine  before  : 
Mine  are  the  tamer  beads  and  favage  breed, 
Flocks,  herds,  and  fields,  and  foreils  where  they 
feed. 

If  I  were  hungry,  would  I  affc  thee  food  ? 
When  did  I  third,  or  tade  the  victim's  blood  ? 
Can  I  be  fiatter'd  with  thy  cringing  bows, 
Thy  folemn  chatt'rings,  and  fantaftic  vows  ? 
Are  my  eyes  charm'd  thy  vedments  to  behold, 
Glaring  in  gems,  and  gay  in  woven  gold  ? 

Unthinking  wretch  !  how  could'd  thou  hope  to 

pleafe 
A  God,  a  Spirit,  with  fuch  toys  as  thefe  ? 
While, with  my  grace  and  datutes  on  thy  tongue, 
Thou  lov'd  deceit,  and  dod  thy  brother  wrong; 
In  vain  to  pious  forms  thy  zeal  pretends, 
rIhieves  and  adulterers  are  thy  chofen  friends. 
K 


,u  PSALMS. 

8  Silent  I  waited  with  long-fuff 'ring  love, 

But  didft  thou  hope  that  1  mould  ne  er  reprove  i 
And  cherifn  fuch  an  impious  thought  within. 
That  God  the  righteous  would  indulge  thy  lin  . 
Behold  my  terrors  now  ;  my  thunders  roll, 
And  thy  own  crimes  affright  thy  guilty  foul. 
n  Sinners,  awake  betimes ;  ye  fools  be  wife ; 
Awake  before  this  dreadful  morning  rife ; 
Change  your  vain  thoughts,  your  fmful  works 
amend ,  -  .      , 

Fly  to  the  Saviour,  make  the  Judge  your  friendj 
Left,  like  a  lion,  his  laft  vengeance  tear 
Your  trembling  fouls,  and  no  deliv  rer  near. 

PSALM    L.     To  the  old  proper  tune. 
The  laft  judgment. 
i  TPHE  God  of  glory  fends  his  fummons  forth, 
Calls  the  fouth  nations,  and  awakes  the 


A 

north. 


From  eaft  to  weft  the  fov'reign  order  fpread, 
Through  diftant  worlds  and  regions  of  the  dead. 
The  trumpet  founds,  hell  trembles,  heaven  rejoices  . 
Lift  up  your  heads,  ye  faints,  with  cheerful  voces. 
a  No  more  mall  atheifts  mock  his  long  delay  » 
His  vengeance  fleepsnomore  :  behold  the  da)  . 
BehoUUhe  Judge  defcendsj  his  guards  are  nigh, 
Tempefts  and  fire  attend  him  down  the  fiv,. 
When  God  appears,  all  nature /hall  'fire  bm -  ; 
While  Jinners  tremble;  finnts  rejo.ce  before  km. 
3  «  Heav'n,  earth,  and  hell,  draw  near  ;  let  all 
things  come  ,    . 

To  hear  my  juftice,  and  the  finner  s  doom  , 
But  gathe/firft  my  faints,''  the  J^ge  commands 
«  Bring  then,,  ye  angels,  ^-^  fZTon 
When  Cbriji  returns,  uake  every  cheerful  pajion, 
And  Jh ■cut,  ye  faints  ■  he  comes  f.r  your  falvai.on. 


PSALMS.  113 

4  Behold,  my  cov'nant  (lands  forever  good, 
Seal'd  by  th'  eternal  facrifice  in  blood, 

And  fign'd  with  all  their  names ;  the  Greek,  the 
Jew, 

That  paid  the  ancient  worfhip,  or  the  new. 
There's  no  dijiinclion  here  ;  join  all  your  voices, 
And  raife  your  heads,  ye  faints ',  for  Heav'n  rejoices, 

5  "  Here/'  faith   the  Lord,  4i  ye  angels,  fpread 

their  thrones, 
And  near  me  feat  my  fav'rites  and  my  fons : 
Come,  my  redeem'd,  poffefs  the  joys  prepar'd 
Ere  time  began,  'tis  your  divine  reward. 

When  Chrifi  returns ,  wake  every  cheerful  paj/ion. 

Andjhouty  ye  faints  ;  he  comes  for  yourfalvation. 

P  A  U  S  E  the  firft. 

6  I  am  the  Saviour,  I  th'  almighty  God, 

The  fov'reign    Judge:    ye    heav'ns    proclaim 

abroad 
My  juft  eternal  fentence,  and  declare 
Thofe  awful  truths  that  finners  dread  to  hear. 

When  God  appears?  all  nature  JIj all  adore  him  ; 

While  finners  tremble,  faints  rejoice  before  him. 

7  Stand  forth,  thou  bold  blafphemer,  and  profane, 
Now  feel  my  wrath,  nor  call  my  threat'nings 

vain  ; 
Thou  hypocrite,  once  drefs'd  in  faints  attire, 
I  doom  the  painted  hypocrite  to  fire. 
Judgment  proceeds?  hell  trembles,  heaven    rejoices  : 
Lift  up  your  heads,  ye  faints?  with  cheerful  voices. 

8  Not  for  the  want  of  goats  or  bullocks  (lain 
Do  I  condemn  thee  ;  bulls  and  goats  are  vain 
Without  the  flames  of  love  :  in  vain  the  (lore 
Of  brutal  off  'rings  that  were  mine  before. 

Earth  is  the  Lord*  s,  all  nature  foal  I  adore  him  : 
While fnners  tremble?  faints  rejoice  before  him. 


ii4  PSALMS. 

o  If  I  were  hungry,  would  I  ark  thee  food  ? 
When  did  I  thirit  ?  or  drink  thy  bullock's  blood? 
Mine  are  the  tamer  beads  and  favage  breed, 
Flocks,  herds,  and  fields,  and  forefts  where  they 
feed. 
All  is  the  Lord's  :  he  rules  the  wide  creation  : 
Gives  finners  vengeance,  and  the  faints  falvation. 
10  Can  I  be  flatter'd  with  thy  cringing  bows, 
Thy  folemn  chatt'rings,  and  fantafhc  vows? 
Are  my  eyes  charm'd  thy  veftments  to  behold, 
Glaring  in  gems,    and  gay  in  woven  gold  ? 
God  is  the  judge  of  hearts,  no  fair  difguifes 
Can  fcreen  the  guilty  when  his  vengeance  rifes. 

PAUSE  the  fecond. 

ix  Unthinking  wretch!  how  could'ft  thou  hope 
to  pleafe  3 

A  God,  a  fpirit,  with  fuch  toys  as  theie  ? 
While,  with  my  grace  and  ftatmes  on  thy  tongue. 
Thou  lov'd  deceit,  and  doft  thy  brother  wrong. 

Judgment  proceeds,  hell  trembles,  heav  n  rejoices 

Lftup  your  heads,  ye  flints,  with  cheerful  voices. 

12  In  vain  to  pious  forms  thy  zeal  pretend, ; 
thiev^andadult'rers  are  thy  choien  friends: 
While  the  falfe  rlatt'rer  at  mine  altar  waits, 
His  harden'd  foul  divine  inUruchon  hates. 

defter  fc  iucb  an  impious  thought Mn 
That  the  All-holv  would  indulge  thy  fin  ? 
JfJ!i<  ••  W  nations  join  to  adore  nm  : 
J^ttfZZ*,  and Jlnners  fall  before  k.nu 


PSALMS.  11.5 

14  Behold  my  terrors  now  ;  my  thunders  roll, 
And  thy  own  crimes  affright  thy  guilty  foul ; 
Now,  like  a  lion,  mall  my  vengeance  tear 
Thy  bleeding  heart,  and  no  deliv'rer  near. 
Judgment  concludes,  hell  trembles,  heavn  rejoices, 
Lift  up  your  heads,  ye  faints,  with  cheerful  voices, 
EPIPHONEMA. 

Sinners,  awake  betimes  ;  ye  fools  be  wife, 
Awake  before  this  dreadful  morning  rife  3 
Change  your  vain  thoughts,  your  finful  works 

amend, 
Fly  to  the  Saviour,  make  the  Judge  your  friend. 

Then  join,  ye  faints  ;  wake  e-vry  cheerful  pa ffton  \ 
When  Chri/l  returns,  he  comes  for  your  J  ah  at  ton. 

P  3  A  L  M  LI.     Firfl  part.     Long  Metre. 

A  penitent  pleading  for  pardon* 

1  O  HEW  pity,  Lord  ;   O  Lord  forgive  ; 
£3  Let  a  repenting  rebel  live  : 

Are  not  thy  mercies  large  and  free  I 
:  May  not  a  fmner  truft  in  thee  ? 

2  My  crimes  are  great,  but  can't  furpafs 
The  power  and  glory  of  thy  grace  : 
Great  God,  thy  nature  hath  no  bound, 
So  let  thy  pard'ning  love  be  found. 

3  O  warn  my  foul  from  ev'ry  fin, 

And  make  rny  guilty  xonfcience  clean  j 
Hereon  ray  heart  the  burden  lies, 
And  paft  offences  pain  my  eyes. 

4  My  lip s  w i  t h  ilia m c  m y  fi n s  c on fe fs 
Againfc  thy  law,  agaihft  thy  grace  ; 
Lord,  mould  thy  judgment  grow  ievere^ 
I  am  condemned,  but  thou  an  clear. 

k2 


u6  PSALMS. 

5  Should  fudden  vengeance  feize  my  breath, 
I  muft  pronounce  thee  juft  in  death  : 

And  if  my  foul  were  fent  to  hell, 
Thy  righteous  law  approves  it  well. 

6  Yet  fave  a  trembling  finner,  Lord, 

Whofe  hope,  dill  hov'ring  round  thy  word, 
Would  light  on  fome  fweet  promife  there, 
Some  fure  fupport  againft  defpair. 
PSALM  LI.     Second  part.     Long  Metre. 
Original  and  aftualjin  confejed. 
i   T     ORD,  I  am  vile,  conceived  in  fin  ; 
JLj  And  born  unholy  and  unclean  : 
Sprung  from  the  man  whofe  guilty  fall 
Corrupts  the  race,  and  taints  us  all. 
2  Soon  as  we  draw  our  infant  breath, 
The  feeds  of  fin  grow  up  for  death  ; 
The  law  demands  a  perfect  heart  \ 
But  we're  defil'd  in  every  part. 
[3  Great  God,  create  my  heart  anew, 
And  form  my  fpirit  pure  and  true  : 
O  make  me  wile  betimes  to  fpy 
My  danger  and  my  remedy.] 
4  Behold  I  fall  before  thy  face  ; 
My  only  refuge  is  thy  grace  ; 
No  outward  forms  can  make  me  clean  > 
The  leprofy  lies  deep  within, 
r  No  bleeding  bird,  nor  bleeding  beaft, 
Nor  hyfTop  branch,  nor  fprinkhng  pnelt, 
Nor  running  brook,  nor  flood,  nor  lea, 
Can  wafii  the  difmal  (lain  away. 
6  Jefus,  my  God,  thy  blood  alone 
Hath  pow'r  fufficient  to  atone  ; 
Thy  blood  can  make  me  white  as  fnow  , 
No  Jewilh  types  could  cleanfe  me  io. 


PSALMS.  117 

7  While  guilt  difturbs  and  breaks  my  peace, 
Nor  flefh  nor  foul  hath  reft  or  eafe  , 
Lord,  let  me  hear  thy  pard'ning  voice. 
And  make  my  broken  heart  rejoice. 

PSALM     LI.     Third  part.  Long  Metre. 

The  backjlider  rcftered :  or,  Repentance  and  faith 
in  the  blood  of  Chrijl. 

j    jr-v  THOU  that  hear'ft  when  Tinners  cry, 
V_/  Though  all  my  crimes  before  thee  lie, 
Behold  them  not  with  angry  look, 
But  blot  their  mem'ry  from  thy  book- 

2  Create  my  nature  pure  within, 
And  form  my  foul  averfe  to  fin  ; 
Let  thy  good  fpirit  ne'er  depart, 
Nor  hide  thy  prefence  from  my  heart. 

n  I  cannot  live  without  thy  light, 

Call  out  and  banifh'd  from  thy  fight: 
Thine  holy  joys,  my  God,  reftore, 
And  guard  me  that  I  fall  no  more. 

4  Though  I  have  griev'd  thy  Spirit,  Lord, 
Thy  help  and  comfort  {till  afford  : 

And  let  a  wretch  come  near  thy  throne, 
To  plead  the  merits  of  thy  Son.  ^ 

5  A  broken  heart,  my  God,  my  king, 
Is  all  the  facrifice  I  bring  : 

The  God  of  grace  will  ne'er  defpife 
A  broken  heart  for  facrifice. 

6  My  foul  lies  humbled  in  the  duft, 
And  owns  thy  dreadful  fentence  jufl ; 
Look  down,  O  Lord,  with  pitying  eye, 
And  fave  the  foul  condemn'd  to  die. 

7  Then  will  I  teach  the  world  thy  ways  y 
Sinners  mall  learn  thy  fov?reign  grace  j 
I'll  lead  them  to  my  Saviour's  blood, 
And  they  mail  praife  apard'ning  God. 


Il8  PSALMS. 

8  O  may  thy  love  infpire  my  tongue  ! 
Salvation  mall  be  all  my  fong  ; 
And  all  my  powers  mail  join  toblefs 
The  Lord,  my  ftrength,  and  righteoufnefs. 
PSALM  LI.    ver.  3,  13.  Firft  part. 
Common  Metre. 
Original  and  aaualfm  confcfed  and  pardoned. 

1  T     ORD,  I  would  fpread  my  fore  diftrefc 

_j   And  guilt  before  thine  eyes  ; 
Againft  thy  laws,  againft  thy  grace, 
How  high  my  crimes  anfe!  — 

2  Shouldft  thou  condemn  my  foul  to  hell, 
And  crufh  my  nefh  to  duff., 

Heav'n  would  approve  thy  vengeance  well, 
And  earth  muft  own  it  juft. 

3  I  from  the  ftock  of  Adam  came 
Unholy  and  unclean  ? 

All  my  original  is  fhame, 
And  all  my  nature  fin. 

4  Born  in  a  world  of  guilt,  I  drew 
Contagion  with  my  breath  ; 

And,  as  my  days  advanc'd,  I  grew 
A  iufter  prey  for  death. 

5  Cleanfe  me,  O  Lord,  and  cheer  my  foul 
With  thy  forgiving  love  ; 

O  make  my  broken  fpirit  whole, 
And  bid  my  pains  remove. 

6  Let  not  thy  Spirit  e'er  depart, 
Nor  drive  me  from  thy  face  ; 

Create  anew  my  vicious  heart, 
And  fill  it  wijh  thy  grace, 

7  Then  will  I  make  thy  mercy  known 
Before  the  fens  of  men  j 

Ba'ckflidcrs  (hall  a  ldrefsrivy  throne, 
And  tunHoG.-d  acain. 


PSALMS.  115 

PSALM  LL  ver.  14 — 17.  Second  part. 
Common  Metre. 

Repentance  and  faith  in  the  blood  ofChrijh 

1  f^\  GOD  of  mercy,  hear  my  call, 
V_y   My  loads  of  guilt  remove,. 

Break  down  this  f  eparating  wall 
That  bars  me  from  thy  love- 

2  (jrive  me  the  prefence  of  thy  grace* 
Then  my  rejoicing  tongue 

Shall  fpeak  aloud  thy  righteoufnefs, 
And  make  thy  praife  my  fong. 

3  No  blood  of  goats  nor  heifer  flain 
For  fin  could  e'er  atone  ; 

The  death  of  Chrifl  mail  dill  remain 
Sufficient  and  alone. 

4  A  foul  opprefs'd  with  fin's  defer t 
My  God  will  ne'er  defpife  : 

A  humble  groan,  a  broken  heart. 
Is  our  bell  facrifice. 

PSAL:MLII.     Common  Metre, 
The  difappointment  of  the  ivicked. 

1  \T  7HY  mould  the  mighty  make  their  boaft, 

>  V     And  rreavenly  grace  defpife  ? 
In  their  own  arm  they  put  their  truir., 
And  fill  their  mouth  with  lies. 

2  But  God  in  vengance  mall  deftroy, ' 
And  drive  them  from  his  face  : 

No  more  fhali  they  his  church  annoy. 
Nor  find  on  earth  a  place. 

3  But  like  a  cultur'd  olive  grown, 
Drefs'd  in  immortal  green, 

Thy  children  blooming  in  thy  love, 
Amid -thy  courts  are  feen. 


120 


PSALMS. 


4  On  thine  eternal  grace,  O  Lord, 

Thy  faints  fhall  reft  fecure, 
And  all,  who  truft  thy  holy  word, 

Shall  find  falvation  fure. 

PSALM  LII.  Long  Metre. 

The  folly  off  elf-dependence, 

i  TTTHY  mould  the  haughty  hero  boaft, 
VV     His  vengeful  arm,  his  warlike  hoft  ? 
While  blood  denies  his  cruel  hand, 
And  defolation  waftes  the  land. 

2  He  joys  to  hear  the  captive's  cry, 

The  widow's  groan,  the  orphan's  figh  ; 
And  when  the  wearied  fword  would  fpare, 
His  falfehood  fpreads  the  fatal  fnare. 

3  He  triumphs  in  the  deeds  of  wrong, 
And  arms  with  rage  his  impious  tongue  \ 

•  With  pride  proclaims  his  dreadful  power, 
And  bids  the  trembling  world  adore. 

4  But  God  beholds  and  with  a  frown, 
Calls  to  the  dud  his  honours  down  \ 
The  righteous  freed,  their  hopes  recall, 
And  hail  the  proud  oppreffors  fall. 

r  How  low  th'  infuiting  tyrant  lies, 
Who  dar'd  th'  eternal  power  defpife  ; 
And  vainly  deem'd  with  envious  joy 
His  arm  almighty  to  deftroy. 

6  We  praife  thee,  Lord  who  heard  our  cries, 
And  fent  falvation  from  the  Hues  ; 
The  faints,  who  faw  our  mournful  days, 
Shall  join  our  greatful  fongs  of  praife. 


PSALMS-  121 

PSALM  LIII.     ver.  4, — 6#    Common  Metre. 
Viclory  and  deliverance  from  persecution. 

1  A   RE  all  the  foes  of  Zion  fools, 
X"x  W^°  tnus  deftroy  her  faints  ? 

Do  they  not  know  her  Saviour  rules, 
And  pities  her  complaints  ? 

2  They  {hall  be  feiz'd  with  fad  furprife  : 
For  God's  avenging  arm 

Shall  crufh  the  hand  that  dares  arife 
To  do  his  children  harm. 

3  In  vain  the  fons  of  Satan  boaft 
Of  armies  in  array  ; 

When  God  has  firft  defpis'd  their  noil, 
They  fall  an  eafy  prey. 

4  O  for  a  word  from  Zion's  king, 
Her  captives  to  reftore  ! 

Thy  joyful  faints  thy  praife  fhall  fing 
And  Ifrael  weep  no  more. 

PSALM  LIV.  Common  Metre. 

1  TOEHOLD  us,  Lord,  and  let  our  cry 
J3  Before  thy  throne  afeend, 

Cafl  thou  on  us  a  pitying  eye, 
And  (till  our  lives  defend. 

2  For  flaughtering  foes  infult  us  round, 
Oppreflive,  proud,  and  vain, 

They  cafl  thy  temples  to  the  ground, 
And  all  our  rights  profane. 

3  Yet  thy  forgiving  grace  we  truft 
And  in  thy  power  rejoice  ; 

Thine  arm  fhall  crufh  our  foes  to  dufl ; 
Thy  praife  infpire  our  voice. 

4  Be  thou  with  thofe  whofe  friendly  hand 
Upheld  us  in  diftrefs, 

Extend  thy  truth  through  every  land, 
And  ftill  thy  people  biefs. 


J22  PSALMS. 

PSALM  LV.  ver.   i—  8,  16,.  17,  it,  22. 
Common  Metre. 
Support  for  the  afflicled  and  tempted  foul. 

1  lf^%   GOD,  my  refuge,  hear  my  cries, 
%^J   Behold  my  flowing  tears, 

For  earth  and  hell  my  hurt  devife, 
And  triumph  in  my  fears. 

2  Their  rage  is  levell'd  at  my  life., 
My  foul  with  guilt  they  load, 

And 'fill  my  thoughts  with  inward  flrife, 

To  fhake  my  hope  in  God. 
2  What  inward  pains  my  heartflrings  wound, 

I  groan  with  ev'ry  breath  \ 
Horror  and  fear  befet  me  round 

Amongft:  the'fhades  of  death. 

4  O  were  I  like  a  feather'd  dove, 

And  innocence  had  wings, 
Pd  fly  and  make  a  long  remove 

From  all  thefe  reftlefs  things. 

5  Let  me  to  feme  wild  defertgo, 
And  find  a  peaceful  home, 

Where  dorms  of  malice  never  blow 
Temptations  never  come. 

6  Vain  hopes  and  vain  inventions  all 
To  Tcape  the  rage  of  hell •! 

The  mighty  God  on  whom.  I  call, 
Can  lave  me  here  as  well. 


F. 


7  By  m'crnihg  light  I'll  feek  his  face, 

At  noon  repeat  my  cry, 
The  night  (hhllhear  me.afk  his  grace, 

Nor  will  he  long  deny. 


PSALMS. 

3   God  fhall  prefer ve  my  foul  from  fear,. 

Or  fhield  me  when  afraid  ; 
Ten  thoufand  angels  muft  appear 

If  he  command  their  aid. 

9  I  call  my  burdens  on  the  Lord, 
The  Lord  fuftains  them  all ; 

My  courage  reds  upon  his  word, 
That  faints  mail  never  fall. 

10  My  higheft  hopes  mall  not  be  vain, 
My  lips  (hall  fpread  his  praife  ; 

While  cruel  and  deceitful  men 
Scarce  live  out  half  their  days. 

PS  ALM  LV.  ver.   15,  16,  17,  19,  22, 

Short  Metre. 

1  T    ET  Tinners  take  their  courfe, 

&  a   And  chufe  the  road  to  death  ; 
But  in  the  worfhip  of  my  God 
I'll  fpend  my  daily  breath* 

2  My  thoughts  addrefs  his  throne, 
When  morning  brings  the  light  -y 

I  feek  his  bleffing  ev'ry  noon, 
And  pay  my  vows  at  night, 

3  Thou  wilt  regard  my  cries, 
O  my  eternal  God, 

While  finners  perim  in  furprife 
Beneath  thy  angry  rod. 

4  Becaufe  they  dwell  at  eafe, 
And  no  fad  changes  feel 

They  neither  fear  nor  truft  thy  name, 
Nor  learn  to  do  thy  will. 

5  But  I  with  all  my  cares, 
Will  lean  upon  the  Lord  ; 

I'll  caffc  my  burdens  on  his  arm, 
And  reft  upon  his  word. 
L 


123 


ia4  PSALM     S. 

6  His  arm  (hall  well  fuftain 

The  children  of  his  love  ; 
The  ground  on  which  their  fafety  (lands 

No  earthly  power  can  move. 

PSALM  LVI.    Common  Metre. 

Deliverance  from  opprefion  and  falfehood  ;  or, 

God's  can  of  his  people,  in  anfiverto  faith 

and  prayer. 

%f*\  THOU,  whofe  juftice  reigns  on  high, 

\^J  And  makes  the  oppreffion  ceafe, 
Behold  how  envious  (inner s  try 
To  vex  and  break  thy  peace. 

2  The  fons  of  violence  and  lies 
Join  to  devour  me,  Lord; 

But  as  my  hourly  dangers  rife, 
My  refuge  is  thy  word. 

3  In  god  moft  holy,  juft  and  true, 
I  have  repos'd  my  truft  ; 

Nor  will  I  fear  what  flefh  can  do, 

The  offspring  of  the  duff . 
a  They  wrelt  my  words  to  mifchief  (till, 

Charce  me  with  unknown  faults ; 
For  mifchiefs  all  their  counfels  fill, 
And  malice  all  their  thoughts. 
.   5  Shall  they  efcape  without  thy  frown? 
Muft  their  devices  (land  ? 
Oh  caft  the  haughty  finncr  down, 
And  let  him  know  thy  hand  . 

PAUSE. 

6  God  fees  the  forrowS  of  his  faints, 

Their  groans  ane&his  ears:     ^ 
Thy  mertv  counts  my  juft  complaints, 

And  numbers  all  my  tears. 


PSALMS.  125 

7  When  to  thy  throne  I  raife  my  cry, 

The  wicked  fear  and  flee  : 
So  fwift  is  prayer  to  reach  the  iky, 
So  near  is  God  to  me. 

8  In  thee,   moil  holy,  juft,  and  true, 

I  have  repos'd  my  truft  ; 
Nor  will  I  fear  what  man  can  do, 
The  offspring  of  the   duff. 

9  Thy  folemn  vows  are  on  me,  Lord, 

Thou  fhait  receive  my  praife  5 
I'll  fing,   "  How  faithful' is  thy  word  ! 
?  How  righteous  all  thy  ways  I" 

10  Thou  haft  fecur'd  my  foul  from  death, 

Oh  fet  thy  prifoner  free. 
That  heart  and  hand,  and  life  and  breath, 
May  be  employed  far  thee, 

PSALM     LVII.     Long  Metre. 
P raife  for  protection  ;    grace  and  truth. 

1   TV/i" Y  G°d'  in  wnom  are  a11  the  Springs 
iyj.   Of  boundlefs  love  and  grace  unknown,  ' 
Hide  me  beneath  thy  fpreading  winqs 
Till  the  dark  cloud  is  overblown. 
2.  Up  to  the  heav'ns  I  fend  my  cry, 

The  Lord,  will  my  defires  perform  ; 
He  fends  his  angel  from  the  fky, 

And  faves  me  from  the  threatening  dorm. 
.3  Be  thou  exalted,  O  my  God, 

Above  the  heav'ns  where  angels  dwell ; 
Thy  pow'r  on  earth  be  known  abroad, 
And  land  to  land  thy  wonders  tell. 
4  My  heart  is  fix'd  ;  my  fong  {hall  raife 
Immortal  honours  to  thy  name  ; 
Awake,  my  tongue,  to  found  his  praife, 
My  tongue,  the  glory  of  my  frame. 


<    a 


I26  PSALMS. 

5  High  o'er  the  earth  his  mercy  reigns, 

And  reaches  to  the  utrnofl  Iky  ; 
His  truth  to  endlefs  years  remains. 
When  lower  worlds  diffolve  and  die, 

6  Be  thou  exalted,  oh  my  God, 

Above  the  heav'ns,  where  angels  dwell , 
Thy  pow'r  on  earth  be  known  abroad, 
And  land  to  land  thy  wonders  tell. 

PSALM    LVIH.     As  the  113th  Pfalm. 

Warning  to  magiftrates. 

1  TUDGES,  who  rule  the  world  by  laws, 

1    Will  ye  defpife  the  righteous  caule 
When  vile  oppreffion  waftes  the  land  I 
Dare  ye  condemn  the  righteous  poor, 
And  let  rich  tinners  'fcape  fecure, 

While  gold  and  greatnefs  bribe  your  hand ! 

2  Have  ye  forgot,  or  never  knew 
That  God  will  judge  the  judges  too  . 

High  in  the  heav'ns  his  jufhce  reigns  ; 
Yet  you  invade  the  rights  of  God  ; 
And  fe '  1  your  bold  decrees  abroad,     _ 
To  bind  the  confcience  in  your  chains. 
5  A  uoifon'd  arrow  is  your  tongue, 
The  arrow  fharp,  the  poifon  ftrong, 

And  death  attends  where'er  it  wounds  ; 
Ye  hear  no  counfels,  cries,  or  tears ; 
So  the  deaf  adder  (tops  her  ears! 

Againft  the  power  of  charming  founds. 
a  Break  out  their  teeth,  eternal  God, 
Thofe  teeth  of  lions  dy'd  in  blood  : 

And  crufh  the  ferpents  in  the  dult ; 
As  empty  chaff,  when  whirlwinds  rile, 
Before  the  fweeping  tempeit  flies, 
So  let  their  hopes  and  names  be  loit. 


PSALMS.  127 

5  TH5  Almighty  thunders  from  the  iky, 
Their  grandeur  melts,  their  titles  die, 

As  hills  of  mow  difolve  and  run  ; 
Or  fnails  that  perifh  in  their  {lime, 
Or  births  that  come  before  their  time, 

Vain  births  that  never  fee  the  fun. 

6  Thus  mail  the  vengeance  of  the  Lord 
Safety  and  joy  to  faints  afford  ; 

And  all  that  hear  (hail  join  and  fay, 
"  Sure  there's  a  God  that  rules  on  high, 
**  A  God  that  hears  his  children  cry, 
*c  And  will  their  fufferings  well  repay,5* 

P  SALM  LIX.     Short  Metre. 

Prayer  for  national  deliverance. 

ft    | jj^ROM  foes  that  round  us  rife, 

Jj     O  God  of  heav'n,  defend, 
Who  brave  the  vengeance  of  the  ikies 

And  with  thy  faints  contend. 

-2  Behold  from  dift.ant  mores 

And  defart  wilds  they  come,, 
-Combine  for  blood  their  barb'rous  force, 

And  through  thy  cities  roam. 

3  Beneath  the  filent  made 

Their  fecret  plots  they  lay, 
Our  peaceful  walls  by  night  invade, 

And  wait e  the  fields  by  day. 

.4  And  will  the  God  of  grace, 

Regardlefs  of  our  pain, 
Permit,  fecure,   that  impious  race 

To  riot  in  their  reign  ? 

5  In  vain  their  fecret  guile 

Or  open  force  they  prove  ; 
His  eyes  can  pierce  the  deepelt  veil, 

His  hand  their  ftrength  remov 
JU  % 


128  PSALM     S. 

6  Yet  fave  them,  Lord,  from  death, 
Left  we  forget  their  doom  ; 

But  drive  them,  with  thine  angry  breath, 
Through  diftant  lands  to  roam. 

7  Then  fhali  our  grateful  voice 
Proclaim  our  guardian  God  ; 

The  nations  round  the  earth  rejoice, 
And  found  the  praife  abroad. 

PSALM    LX.     Common  Metre. 

Looking  to  God  in  the  diflrejs  of  War. 
i   T     ORD,  thou  haft  fcourg'd  our  guilty  land, 

I  j   Behold  thy  people  mourn  *, 
Shall  vengeance  ever  guide  thy  hand, 

And  mercy  ne'er  return  ? 
2  Beneath  the  terrors  of  thine  eye, 

*  Earth's  haughty  towers  decay  ; 
Thy  frowning  mantle  fpreads  the  iky 

And  mortals  melt  away. 
*   Our  Zion  trembles  at  thy  ftroke, 
J   And  dreads  thy  lifted  hand  ! 
Oil,  heal  the  people  thou  haft  broke, 

And  fave  the  finking  land. 
4  Exalt  thy  banner  in  the  field, 

For  thofe  that  fear  thy  name ; 
From  barb'rous  hofts  our  nation  fhield, 
And  put  our  foes  to  fhame. 

5  Attend  qur  armies  to  the  fight,     , 
And  be  their  guardian  God  ; 

In  vain  mall  numerous  powers  unite 
Againft  thy  lifted  rod. 

6  Our  troops  beneath  thy  guiding  hand, 
Shall  gain  a  glad  renown  : 

*Tis  God  who  makes  the  feeble  (land, 
And  treads  the  mighty  down, 


PSALMS.  i29 

PSALM    LXI.  ver.   i  ,~6.  Short  Metre. 
Safety  in    God. 

1  "\U7"^^  overwhelmed  with  grief 

VV       My  heart  within  me  dies, 
Helplefs,  and  far  from  all  relief, 
To  heav'n  I  lift  mine  eyes. 

2  Oh  lead  me  to  the  rock 

That's  high  above  my  head, 
And  make  the  covert  of  thy  wings 
My  flielter  and  my  fhade. 

3  Within  thy  prefence  Lord, 

Forever  I'll  abide : 
Thou  art  the  tower  of  my  defence, 
The  refuge  where  I  hide. 

4  Thou  giveft  me  the  lot 

Of  thofe  that  fear  thy  name  -, 
If  endlefs  life  be  their  reward, 
I  mail  poffefs  the  fame. 
PSALM     LXII.  ver.  5_I2.     Long  Metre. 
JSo  truft  m  the  creatures  ;  or,  Faith  in  divine  grace 
and  power. 

1  \/i" Y  fplrlt  lo°ks  t0  God  alone  i 
JLVJL  My  rock  and  refuge  is  his  throne  ; 
In  all  my  fears,  in  all  my  ftraits, 

My  foul  on  his  falvation  waits. 

2  Truft  him,  ye  faints,  in  all  your  ways, 
1  our  out  your  hearts  before  his  face  •     " 
When  helpers  fail,  and  foes  invade,' 
God  is  our  all-fufficient  aid. 

3  Falfe  are  the  men  of  high  degree, 
The  bafer  fort  are  vanity  ; 

Laid  in  the  balance  both  appear 
Light  asapuffofemptvair. 

4  Make  not  increafmg  gold  vour  truft, 
Wor  fet  your  hearts  on  glittering  duft  ; 
Why  will  you  grafp  the  fleeting  fmoke, 
And  not  believe  what  God  hath  fpoke. 


J3o  PSALM    S. 

<  Once  has  his  awful  voice  declar'd, 

Once  and  again  my  ears  have  heard, 

All  power  is  his  eteinal  due  ; 

He  muft  be  fear'd  and  trufted  too. 
6  For  fov'reign  power  reigns  not  alone, 

Grace  is  a  partner  of  the  throne: 

Thy  grace  and  juftice,  mighty  Lord, 
Shall  well  divide  our  laft  reward. 
PSALM  LXIILver.  i,  a,  j,  3.  4-  Firft  part- 
Common  Metre, 
The  morning  of  the  Lord's  day. 
i  f-«  ARLY,  my  God,  without  delay, 
JHj     I  hafte  to  feek  thy  face ; 
My  thirlty  fpirit  faints  away, 
Without  thy  cheering  grace, 
a  So  pilgrims  on  the  fcorching  land, 
Beneath  a  burning  Iky, 
Long  for  a  cooling  ftream  at  hand, 
And  they  muft  drink  or  die. 
,  I've  fexn  thy  glory  and  thy  power 
Through  all  thy  temple  Ihine  ; 
My  God,  repeat  that  heav'nly  hour, 
That  vifion  fo  divine.  . 

4.  Not  all  the  bleffings  of  a  featt 
Can  pleafe  my  foul  fo  well, 
As  when  thy  richer  grace  I  talte. 
And  in  thy  pretence  dwell. 
,    r  Not  life  itfelf,  with  all  its  joys, 
Can  my  beft  paflicns  move,    _ 
Orraifefohighmycheormlvo.ee, 

As  thy  forgiving  teV< 
6  Thus,  till  my  laft  expu  ngday 
I'll  blefs  my  God  and  iving  ; 
Thus  will  I  lift  my  1-       -  to  pray, 
And  tune  my  lips  to  nag. 


PSALMS.  ]3I 

PSALM     LXI1L  ver.  65-io.  Second  pan. 
Common    Metre. 
Midnight    thoughts   recol/ecled. 

1  ,r]PWAS  in  the  watches  of  the  night 

i       I  thought  upon  thy  power, 
I  kept  thy  lovely  face  in  fight 
Aniidft  the  darker!  hour. 

2  My  flefh-  lay  retting  on  my  bed, , 

My  foul  arofe  on  high  ; 
c<  My  God,  my  life,  my  hope,"  I  faid, 
kC  Bring  thy  falvation  nigh." 

3  My  fpirit  labours  up  thine  hill, 
And  climbs  the  heav'nly  road  : 

But  thy  right  hand  upholds  me  Hill, 
While  I  purfue  my  Bod. 

4  Thy  mercy  ftretches  o'er  my  head 

The  fhadow  of  thy  wings ; 
My  heart  rejoices  in  thy  aid, 
My  tongue  awakes  and  fmgs. 

5  But  the  deftroyers  of  my  peace 

^  Shall  fret  and  rage  in  vain  ; 
The  tempter  (hall  forever  ceafe, 
And  all  my  fins  be  flain. 

6  Thy  fword  mall  give  my  foes  to  death, 

And  fend  them  down  to  dwell 
In  the  dark  caverns  of  the  earth, 
Or  in  the  deeps  of  hell. 

PSALM     LXIII.     Long  Metre. 
Longing  after  God ;  or,  The  love  of  God  better  than 

life. 

1   f^  REAT  God,  indulge  my  humble  claim, 
VJT     Thou  art  my  hope,  my  joy,  my  reft  ; ' 
ine  glories  that  compofe  thy  name 
Stand  all  engag'd  to  make  me  bleft. 


i32  PSALMS. 

2  Thou  great  and  good,  thou  juft  and  wife, 
Thou  art  my  Father  and  my  God  *, 
And  I  am  thine  by  facred  ties, 

Thy  fon,  thy  fervant,  bought  with  blood. 
,  With  heart,  and  eyes,  and  lifted  hands 
For  thee  I  long,  to  thee  I  look, 
As  travellers  in  thirfty  lands 

Pant  for  the  cooling  water  brook. 

a  With  early  feet  I  love  ty  appear 

Among  thy  faints,  and  feek  thy  face, 
7  Oft'  have  I  feenthy  glory  there, 

And  felt  the  power  of  fov'reign  grace. 
c  Not  fruits  or  wines,  that  tempt  our  tafte, 

No  pleafure  that  to  fenfe  belong 
Could  make  me  fo  divinely  bleft, 

Or  raife  fo  high  my  cheerful  fon  g. 

6  My  life  itfelf  without  thy  love 

No  tafte  or  pleafure  could  afford  ; 

'Twould  but  a  tirefome  burden  prove, 

If  I  were  banifh'd  from  the  Lord. 

7  Amidft  the  wakeful  hours  of  night. 

When  bufy  cares  amid  my  head, 

One  thought  of  thee  gives  new  delight, 

And  adds  refrefhment  to  my  bed. 

8  I'll  lift  my  hands,  Fit  raife  my  voice, 

While  I  have  breath  to  pray  or  praiie  ; 
This  work  (hall  make  my  heart  rejoice, 
And  blefs  the  remnant  of  my  days. 
PSALM     LXIII.     Short  Metre. 
Seeking  God. 
i   TI/TYGod,  permit  my  tongue 
]Vl     This  joy,  to  call  thee  mine  ', 
And  let  my  early  cries  prevail 
To  tafte  thy  love  divine. 


P    S    A    L     :.  I;. 

2  My  thirfty  fainting  foul 
Thy  mercy  does  implore  : 

D  pant  for  v  re# 

3  Within  thy  churches  Lord, 
I  long  to  find  mv  place, 

by  power  and  glory  to  behc; 
And  feel  thy  quick'ning  grace, 

4  For  Hie  without  thy  love 
No  relifh  can  afford  ; 

No  joy  can  be  compared  with  this, 
Toierre  and  pleafe  thr 

5  To  thee  I'll  lift  mv  bar 
And  priii^  thee  while  I      -  • 

Not  the  rich  dainties  of  a  feaft 
|      Such  food  or  pleafure  g: 

6  In  wakeful  hour  ht 
I  call  my  God  to  mind ; 

I  think  how  wife  thy  coun:  T 
-  dealings  kind. 
e  thou  hail  been  my  help, 

fill  hope  relie*. 
8  T 

ml  in  fa 

I  follow  where  n 
id  he  fuppor 

PSALM 

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ITA  PS     A     L     M     S. 

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3 


Thy  juftice  and  thy  power  difplay, 
And  fcatter  far  thy  foes  away  j 
While  lift'ning  nations  learn  thy  word, 
And  faints  triumphant  blefs  the  Lord. 
4  Then  mall  thy  church  exalt  her  voice, 
And  all  that  love  thy  name  rejoice  ; 
By  faith  approach  thine  awful  throne, 
And  plead  the  merits  of  thy  Son. 
PSALM  LXV.  ver.  i.-5-  ?'"&  part.  Long  Met. 

Public  prayer  and  praife. 
i  HP  HE  praife  of  'lion  waits  for  thee, 

1     My  God  ;  and  praife  becomes  thy  houfe  ; 
There  mall  thy  faints  thy  glory  fee, 

And  there  perform  their  public  vows. 
2  O  thou  whofe  mercy  bends  the  ikies, 
To  fave  when  humble  finners  pray, 
All  lands  to  thee  mall  lift  their  eyes, 

And  every  yielding  heart  obey, 
o   Aeainft  my  will  my  fins  prevail,     . 
6  But  grace  mall  purge  away  the  (lain  ; 
The  blood  of  Chrift  will  never  fail 

To  wafli  my  garments  white  again. 
a  Blefs'd  is  the  man  whom  thou  (halt  choole, 

And  give  him  kind  accefs  to  thee  ; 
Give  him  a  place  within  thy  houfe, 
To  tafte  thy  love  divinely  free. 
P     a     u     s     e. 
e  Let  Babel  fear  when  Zion  prays : 
Babel,  prepare  for  long  dnlrefs, 
I    When  Zion's  God  himfelf  arrays, 
In  terror  and  in  righteoufnefs. 
6  With  dreadful  glory  God  fulfils 

What  his  amided  faints  requeit  ; 
And  with  almighty  wrath  reveals 
His  love,  to  give  his  churches  reit. 


PSALMS.  135 

7  Then  fhall  the  flocking  nations  run 
To  Zion's  hill,  and  own  their  Lord  ; 

The  rifing  and  the  fetting  fun 

Shall  fee  the  Saviour's  name  ador'd. 

PSALM  LXV.  ver.  5,-13.  Second  part. 
Long  Metre. 

Divine  Providence  in  air,  earth  and fea  ;  or,  The 
Go d  of  nature  and  grace. 

1  'TPHE  God  of  our  falvation  hears 

X     The  groans  of  Zion,  mix'd  with  tears ; 
Yet  when  he  comes  with  kind  defigns, 
Through  all  the  way  his  terror  mines. 

2  On  him  the  race  of  man  depends, 
Far  as  the  earth's  remoteft  ends, 
Where  the  Creator's  name  is  known, 
By  nature's  feeble  light  alone. 

3  Sailor's  that  travel  o?er  the  flood 
Addrefs  their  frighted  fouls  to  God  ; 
When  tempefts  rage,  and  bellows  roar 
At  dreadful  diftance  from  the  more. 

4  He  bids  the  noify  tempefts  ceafe  ; 

He  calms  the  raging  crowd  to  peace, 
When  a  tumultuous  nation  raves, 
Wild  as  the  winds,  and  loud  as  waves. 

5  Whole  kingdoms  fhaken  by  the  ftorm, 
He  fettles  in  a  peaceful  form  ; 
Mountains  eftablifhed  by  his  hand, 

.  Firm  on  their  old  foundation  ftand. 
5  Behold,  his  infigns  fweep  the  fky, 

New  comets  blaze,  and  light'nings  fly  ; 

The  heathen  lands,  with  fwift  furprife, 

From  the  bright  horrors  turn  their  eyes. 
7  At  his  command  the  morning  ray 

Smiles  in  the  eaft,  and  leads  the  day, 

He  guids  the  fun's  declining  wheels 

Over  the  tops  of  weftern  hills. 
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136  PSALM     S. 

8  Seafons  and  times  obey  his  voice  ; 
The  ev'ning  and  the  morn  rejoice 
To  fee  the  earth  made  foft  with  fhowers, 
Laden  with  fruits  and  drefs'd  in  flowers. 

r)  'Tis  from  his  wat'ry  (lores  on  high 
He  gives  the  thirfty  ground  fupply  ; 
He  walks  upon  the  clouds,  and  thence 
Doth  his  enriching  drops  difpenfe. 

io  The  defert  grows  a  fruitful  field,  . 
Abundant  fruit  the  vallies  yield  ; 
The  vallies  fhout  with  chearful  voice, 
And  neighb'ring  hills  repeat  their  joys. 

1 1  The  paflures  fmile  in  green  array, 
Their  lambs  and  larger  cattle  play  j 
The  larger  cattle  and  the  lamb, 

Each  in  his  language  fpeaks  thy  name. 

1 2  Thy  works  pronounce  thy  pow'r  divine  j 
O'er  ev'ry  field  thy  glories  mine ; 
Through  ev'ry  month  thy  gifts  appear  ; 
Great  God,  thy  goodnefs  crowns  the  year. 

PSALM  LXV.  Firft  part.  Common  Metre. 

A  prayer  hearing  God  ;  and  the  Gentiles  called. 
i   TTJRAISE  waits  in  Zion,  Lord,  for  thee ; 

JL      There  mall  our  vows  be  paid  ; 
Thou  haft:  an  ear  when  finners  pray, 

All  flefh  fhail  feek  thine  aid. 

2  Lord,  our  iniquities  prevail, 
But  pard'ning  grace  is  thine, 

And  thou  wilt  grant  us  power  and  ikill 
To  conquer  ev'ry  lin. 

3  Biefs'd  are  the  men  whom  thou  wilt  chufe 
To  bring  them  near  thy  face, 

Give  them  a  dwelling  in  thine  houfe, 
To  ieail  upon  thy  grace. 


PSALMS.  137 

4  In  anfw'ring  what  thy  church  requefis, 

Thy  truth  and  terror  fhine, 
And  works  of  dreadful  righteoufnefs 
Fulfil  thy  kind  defign. 

5  Thus  fhall  the  wond'ring  nations  fee 

The  Lord  is  good  and  juft  ; 
And  diftant  iilands  fly  to  thee, 
And  make  thy  name  their  trufi. 

6  They  dread  thy  glitt'ring  tokens,  Lord, 

When  figns  in  heav'n  appear  ; 
But  they  (hall  learn  thy  holy  word, 
And  love  as  well  as  fear. 

PSALM  LXV.    Second  part.   Common  M* tre. 

The  providence  of  God  in  air,  earth,  and  fed  ;  or 
The  bleffings  of  rain. 

1   5rTPI3  by  thy  ftrength  the  mountains  Hand, 
JL       God  of  eternal  pow'r  ; 
The  fea  grows  calm  at  thy  command, 
And  tempefts  ceafe  to  roar. 
cl  Thy  morning  light  and  ev'ning  made 
Succeflive  comforts  bring  : 
Thy  plenteous  fruits  make  haryeft  glad, 
Thy  flowers  adorn  the  fpring. 

3  Seafons  and  times,  and  moons  and  hours, 
,    Heav'n,  earth  and  air  are  thine  ; 
When  clouds  diftil  in  fruitful  ihowers, 

The  author  is  divine. 

4  Thofe  wand'ring  citterns  in  the  iky 

Borne  by  the  winds  around, 
Whofe  wat'ry  treafures  wrell  fupply 
The  furrows  of  the  ground. 

5  The  thirfty  ridges  drink  their  fill, 

And  ranks  of  corn  appear  ; 
Thy  ways  abound  with  bleflings  (till, 
Thy  goodnefs  crowns  the  year. 


138  PSALM     S. 

PSALM  LXV.  Third  part.  Common  Metre. 

The  blefftngs  of the fp ring  ;  or,  God  gives  rain. 

A  pfalm  for  the  hufbandman. 

i    /"""I  OD  is  the  Lord,  the  heav'nly  King, 
\y     Who  makes  the  earth  his  care  ; 
Vifits  the  paftures  ev'ry  fpring, 
And  bids  the  grafs  appear. 

2  The  clouds,  like  rivers,  rais'd  on  high, 

Pour  out  at  his  command 
Their  wat'ry  bleffings  from  the  Iky, 
To  cheer  the  thirfty  land. 

3  The  foften'd  ridges  of  the  field 

Permit  the  corn  to  fpring ; 

The  vallies  rich  provifion  yield, 

And  the  poor  lab'rers  fing. 

4  The  little  hills  on  ev'ry  fide, 

Rejoice  at  falling  fhow'rs  ; 
The  meadows  dreft  in  beauteous  pride, 
Perfume  the  air  with  flow'rs. 

5  The  barren  clods,  refrefh'd  with  rain, 

Promife  a  joyful  crop  ; 
The  parched  grounds  look  green  again, 
And  raife  the  reaper's  hope. 

6  The  various  months  thy  goodnefs  crowns, 

How  bounteous  are  thy  ways  ! 
The  bleating  flocks  fpread  o'er  the  downs, 
And  fhepherds  fhout  thy  praife. 

PSALM  LXVI.  Firfl:  part.  Common  Metre. 

G  overning  power  and  goodnefs  ;  or,  Our  grace  tried 

by  affliclions. 

i   Q ING,  all  ye  nations,  to  the  Lord, 
O     Sing  with  a  joyful  noife  ; 
With  melody  of  found  record 
His  honours  and  your  joys. 


PSALMS.  139 

a  Say  to  the  pow'r  that  form'd  the  iky, 

"  How  terrible  art  thou  ! 
"  Sinners  before  thy  prefence  fly, 

"  Or  at  thy  feet  they  bow." 
[3   Come,  fee  the  wonders  of  our  God, 

How  glorious  are  his  ways  ! 
In  Mofes'  hand  he  puts  the  rod, 

And  clave  the  frighted  feas. 

4  He  made  the  ebbing  channel  dry, 
While  Ifrael  pafs'dthe  flood, 

There  did  the  church  begin  their  joy, 
And  triumph  in  their  God.] 

5  He  rules  by  his  refiftlefs  might ; 
Will  rebel  mortals  dare 

Provoke  th'Eternal  to  the  fight, 
And  tempt  that  dreadful  war  ? 

6  O  blefs  our  God  and  never  ceafe  ; 
Ye  faints  fulfil  his  praife  \ 

He  keeps  our  life,  maintains  our  peace, 
And  guides  our  doubtful  ways. 

7  Lord,  thou  haft  prov'd  our  fufPring  fouls. 
To  make  our  graces  (bine  ; 

So  iilver  bears  the  burning  coals, 
The  metal  to  refine. 

8  Through  wat'ry  deeps  and  fiery  ways 
We  march  at  thy  command, 

Led  to  poflefs  the  promis'd  place 
By  thine  unerring  hand, 

P  S  A  L  M  LXVI.     ver.   13, — -20.     Second  part. 
Common  Metre. 

Praife  io  God  for  hearing  prayer . 

1   ^TQ^V  (hall  my  folemn  vows  be  paid 

JlSI    To  that  almighty  pow'r, 
That  heard  the  long  requeits  I  made 

In  my  diilrefsful  hour. 

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149  PSALM    S. 

2  My  lips  and  cheerful  heart  prepare 
To  make  his  mercies  known  ; 

Come,  ye  that  fear  my  God,  and  hear 
The  wonders  he  has  done. 

3  When  on, my  head  huge  forrows  fell, 
I  fought  the  heav'nly  aid  ; 

He  fav'd  my  finking  foul  from  hell, 
And  death's  eternal  made. 

4  If  fm  lay  cover'd  in  my  heart 
While  pray'r  employ'd  my  tongue, 

The  Lord  had  fhewn  me  no  regard, 
Nor  I  his  praifes  fung. 

5  But  God  (his  name  be  ever  blefs'd !) 
Has  fet  my  fpirits  free, 

Nor  turned  from  him  my  poor  requeft, 
Nor  turn'd  his  heart  from  me. 

PSALM   LX  VII.     Common  Metre. 
The  nation's  profperity,  and  the  church's  increafe. 
i    Q>  HINE,  mighty  God,  on  Zion  mine, 

\ 3  With  beams  of  heav'nly  grace  : 
Reveal  thy  pow'r  through  all  our  coafts, 
And  mew  thy  fmiling  face. 

[2  Ainidfl  our  realm,  exalted  high 

Do  thou  our  glory  ftand, 
And,  like  a  wall  of  guardian  fire, 

Surround  the  fav'rite  land.] 

3  When  mall  thy  name  from  fhore  to  more 
Sound  all  the  earth  abroad, 

And  diftant  nations  know  and  love 
Their  Saviour  and  their  God  ? 

4  Sing  to  the  Lord,  ye  diftant  lands, 
Sing  loud,  with  folemn  voice  ; 

l.Qt  every  tongue  exalt  his  praife, 
And  every  heart  rejoice. 


PSALMS.  x4x 

5  He,  'the  great  Lord,  the  foVreign  Judge, 
That  fits  enthron'd  above 

In  wifdom  rules  the  worlds  he  made 
And  bids  them  tafte  his  love. 

6  Earth  mall  obey  his  high  command, 
And  yield  a  full  increafe  ; 

Our  God  will  crown  his  chofen  land 
With  fruitfuinefs  and  peace. 

7  God  the  redeemer  fcatters  round 
His  choiceft  favours  here, 

While  the  creation's  utmoft  bound 
Shall  fee,  adore  and  fear, 

PSALM  .LXVIII.  Firft  part.  ver.  i,— 6,  32,— 
3$.  Long  Metre. 

The  vengeance  and  compajfion  of  God. 

1   T    ET  God  arife  in  all  his  might, 

I  j  And  put  the  troops  of  hell  to  flight  j 
As  fmoke  that  fought  to  cloud  the  ikies, 
Before  the  rifmg  temple  ilies. 

\_2  He  comes  array'd  in  burning  flames, 
Juftice  and  Vengeance  are  his  names : 
Behold  his  fainting  foes  expire, 
Like  melting  wax  before  the  fire.  J 

3  He  rides  and  thunders  through  the  Iky ; 
His  name  Jehovah  founds  on  high  : 
Sing  to  his  name,  ye  fons  of  grace  ; 

Ye  faints,  rejoice  before  his  face. 

4  The  widow  and  the  fatherlefs 
Fly  to  his  aid  in  fharp  diftrefs  ! 
In  him  the  poor  and  helplefs  find 
A  Tudge  that's  juft,  a  father  kind. 


i4a  PSALM     S. 

5  He  breaks  the  captive's  heavy  chain, 
And  pris'ners  fee  the  light  again  ; 
But  rebels  that  difpute  his  will, 
Shall  dwell  in  chains  and  darknefs  ftill. 


USE. 


6  Kingdoms  and  thrones  to  God  belong  : 
Crown  him,  ye  nations,  in  your  fong  : 
His  wond'rous  name  and  powers  rehearfe, 
His  honours  mall  enrich  your  verfe. 

7  He  makes  the  heav'ns  with  loud  alarms 
How  terrible  is  God  in  arms  ! 
In  Ifra'l  are  his  mercies  known, 
Ifra'l  is  his  peculiar  throne. 

8  Proclaim  him  King,  pronounce  himblefs'd  : 
He's  your  defence,  your  joy,  your  reft  ; 
When  terrors  rife  and  nations  faint, 
God  is  the  ftrength  of  ev'ry  faint. 

PSALM  LXVIII.  ver.  17,  18.  Second  part. 

Long  Metre. 

Chrift's  afcenfion,  and  the  gift  of  the fpiriu 

1  T     ORD,  when  thou  didftafcend  on  high, 
J_j  Ten  thoufand  angels  fill'd  the  Iky  \ 
Thofe  heav'nly  guards  around  thee  wait, 
Like  chariots  that  attend  thy  (late. 

2  Not  Sinai's  mountain  could  appear 
More  glorious,  when  the  Lord  was  there, 
While  he  pronounc'd  his  dreadful  law, 
And  (truck  the  chofen  tribes  with  awe. 

3  How  bright  the  triumph  none  can  tell, 
When  the  rebellious  pow'rs  of  hell, 
That  thoufand  fouls  had  captive  made, 
Were  all  in  chains,  like  captives  led. 


PSALMS.  143 

4  Rais'd  by  his  Father  to  the  throne, 
He  fent  his  promis'd  Spirit  down, 
With  gifts  and  grace  for  rebel  men, 
That  God  might  dwell  on  earth  again. 

PSALM    LXVIII.  ver.   19,  9,  20,  21,  22. 

Third  part.     Long  Metre. 

Praife  for   temporal  bleffings ;    or,    Common   and 
fpecial   mercies, 

1  \T?E  blefs  the  Lord,  thejuft,  the  good, 

W    Who  fills  our  hearts  with  heav'nly  food; 
Who  pours  his  bleflings  from  the  ikies, 
And  loads  our  days  with  rich  fupplies. 

2  He  fends  his  fun  his  circuit  round, 

To  cheer  the  fruits,  to  warm  the  ground  5 
He  bids  the  clouds,  with  plenteous  rain, 
Refrefh  the  thirfly  earth  again. 

3  'Tis  to  his  care  we  owe  our  breath, 
And  all  our  near  efcapes  from  death  : 
Safety  and  health  to  God  belong  : 

He  heals  the  weak  and  guards  the  ftrong. 

4  He  makes  the  faint  and  finner  prove 
The  common  bleflings  of  his  love  ; 
But  the  wide  difference  that  remains 
Is  endlefs  joy  or  endlefs  pains. 

5  The  Lord  that  bruis'd  the  ferpent's  head, 
On  all  the  ferpent's  feed  mall  tread, 

The  flubborn  fmner's  heart  confound, 
And  fmite  him  with  a  lading  wound. 

6  But  his  right  hand  his  faints  (hall  raife 
From  the  deep  earth,  or  deeper  feas  5 
And  bring  them  to  his  court  above, 
There  mall  they  tafte  his  fpecial  love. 


i44  PSALM     S. 

P  S  A  L  M     LXIX.  ver  i— 14.     Firft  part. 
Common    Metre. 

The  fufferings  of  Chrift  for  our  falvation. 

1  "  O  AVE  me,  O  God,  the  fwelling  floods 

jj   "  Break  in  upon  my  foul  : 
"  I  fink  ;  and  forrows  o'er  my  head 
"  Like  mighty  waters  roll. 

2  "  I  cry  'till  all  my  voice  be  gone, 

cc  In  tears  I  wafte  the  day  ; 
"  My  God,  behold  my  longing  eyes, 
"  And  fhorten  my  delay. 

3  "  They   hate  my  foul  without  a  caufe, 

"  And  dill  their  number  grows  ; 
"  More  than  the  hairs  around  my  head, 
"  And  mighty  are  my  foes. 

4  "  'Twas  then  I  paid  that  dreadful  debt 

"  That  men  could  never  pay, 

"  And  gave  that  honour  to  the  law 

<c  Which  finners  took  away." 

5  Thus,  in  the  great  Meffiah's  name, 

The  royal  prophet  mourns  $ 
Thus  he  awakes  our  hearts  to  grief, 
And  gives  us  joy  by  turns. 

6  "  Now  mall  the  faints  rejoice  and  find 

"  Salvation  in  my  name, 
"  For  I  have  borne  their  heavy  load 
"  Of  forrow,  pain,  and  fhame. 

7  cc  Grief,  like  a  garment,,  cloth'd  me  round, 

"  And  fackcloth  was  my  drefs, 
"  While  I  procur'd  for  naked  fouls 
"  A  robe  of  righteoufnefs. 

8  "  Amoagft  my  brethren  and  the  Jews 

"  I  like  a  (Iranger  ftcod, 
6C  And  bore  their  vile  reproach,  to  bring 
u  The  Gentiles  near  to  God, 


PSALMS.  145 

9  I  came  in  fmful  mortars  dead 
"  To  do  my  Father's  will, 

"  Yet,  when  I  cleans'd  my  Father's  houfe, 
"  Ihey  fcandaliz'd  my  zeal. 

10  "  My  fallings  and  my  holy  groans 
"  Were  made  the  drunkards  fong  \ 

"  But  God  from  his  celedial  throne, 
*<  Heard  my  complaining  tongue. 

11  "He  fav'd  me  from  the  dreadful  deep, 
"  Where  fears  befet  me  round  ; 

"  He  rais'd  and  fix'd  my  finking  feet 

"  On  well  edablifh'd  ground. 
12"  'Twas  in  a  mod  accepted  hour 

"  My  prayer  arofe  on  high, 
"  And,  for  my  fake,  my  God  mall  hear 

"  The  dying  Tinner's  cry. 

PSALM  LXIX.     ver.   14, — 21,  26,  29,32. 
Second  part.     Common  Metre. 

The  paffion  and  exaltation  of  Chriji, 

1  ^^TOW  let  our  lips,  with  holy  fear, 
X^i    And  mournful  pleafure,  fing 

The  fufFrings  of  our  great  high  pried, 
The  forrows  of  our  King. 

2  He  finks  in  floods  of  deep  didrefs  $ 
How  high  the  waters  rife  ! 

While  to  his  heav'nly  father's  ear 
He  fends  perpetual  cries. 

3  "  Hear  me,  O  Lord,  and  fave  thy  Son, 
"  Nor  hide  thy  fhining  face  ; 

<c  Why  mould  thy  fav'rite  look  like  one 
"  Forfaken  of  thy  grace  ? 

4  "  With  rage  they  perfecute  the  man 
"That  groans  beneath  thy  wound3 

*c  WhileJbr  a  facrifice  I  pour 
46  My  life  upon  thejground. 


I46  PSALMS. 

c  "  They  tread  my  honour  to  the  dull, 

"  And  laugh  when  I  complain  ; 
"  Their  {harp  infulting  flanders  add 

cc  Frefh  anguifh  to  my  pain. 

6  "  All  my  reproach  is  known  to  thee, 
"  The  fcandal  and  the  fhame  ; 

6i  Reproach  has  broke  my  bleeding  heart, 
"  And  lies  defil'd  my  name. 

7  "  I  look'd  for  pity  but  in  vain  ; 
"My  kindred  are  my  grief; 

"  I  afk  my  friends  for  comfort  round, 
"  But  meet  with  no  relief. 

8  "  With  vinegar  they  mock  my  thirft, 
"  They  give  me  gall  for  food  ; 

"  And  fporting  with  my  dying  groans, 
"  They  triumph  in  my  blood. 

9  "  Shine  into  my  diftrefs'd  foul, 
u  Let  thy  companion  fave  ; 

«  And  though  my  flefh  fink  down  to  death, 

"  Redeem  it  from  the  grave. 
io  "  I  mall  arife  to  praife  thy  name, 

"  Shall  reign  in  worlds  unknown, 
"  And  thy  falvation,  O  my  God, 

"  Shall  feat  me  on  thy  throne." 

PSALM  LXIX.  Third  part.  Common  Metre. 

Chrijl's  obedience  and  death  ;  or,  Gcd  ghrified  and^ 
/inner  sfaved, 

i   X?  ATHER,  I  fing  thy  wond'rous  grace, 

$J     I  blefs  my  Saviour's  name, 
He  brought  falvation  for  the  poor, 

And  bore  the  finner's  fhame. 

2  His  deep  diftreffi  has  rais'd  us  high, 

His  duty  and  his  zeal 
FulfiU'd  the  law  which  mortals  broke, 

And  fmifli'd  all  thy  will. 


*47 


PSALMS. 

3  His  dying  groans,  his  living  fongs, 
Shall  better  pleafe  my  God, 

Than  harp  or  trumpet's  folemn  found, 
Than  goats'  or  bullocks'  blood. 

4  This  mail  his  humble  foll'wers  fee, 
And  fet  their  hearts  at  reft  ; 

They  by  his  death  draw  near  to  thee, 
And  live  forever  blefs'd. 

5  Let  heav'n  and  all  that  dwell  on  high 
To  God  their  voices  raife, 

While  lands  and  feas  affift  the  fky, 
And  join  t'advance  his  praife. 

6  Zion  is  thine  moft  holy  God  ; 
Thy  Son  fhall  blefs  her  gates  ; 

And  glory,  purchas'd  by  his  blood, 
For  thine  own  Ifra'l  waits. 

PSALM  LXIX.     Firft  part.     Long  Metre. 

Chrift's  paffion)  and /inner*  s  falvation. 

i  *  ~"\EEP  in  our  hearts  let  us  record 
I  3  The  deeper  forrows  of  our  Lord  ; 
Behold  the  riling  billows  roll, 
To  overwhelm  his  holy  foul ! 

2  In  long  complaints  he  fpends  his  breath, 
While  hofts  of  hell  and  powers  of  death, 
And  all  the  fons  of  malice  join 

To  execute  their  curs'd  defign. 

3  Yet,  gracious  God,  thy  pow'r  and  love 
Has  made  the  .curie  ablefting  prove  ; 
Thofe  dreadful  fuff 'rings  of  thy  Son 
Aton'd  for  crimes  which  we  have  done. 

4  The  pangs  of  our  expiring  Lord, 
The  honours  of  thy  law  reftor'd  ; 
His  ferfow         ''■  thy  juflice  I  nown 
Am  ■ 


i48  P     S     A     L     M  'S. 

5  O  for  his  fake  our  guilt  forgive, 
And  let  the  mourning  finner  live  ; 
The  Lord  will  hear  us  in  his  name, 
Nor  mall  our  hope  be  turn'd  to  fhame. 

PSALM  LXIX.  ver.  7.  &fc     Second  part, 

Long  Metre. 

Chrifl's  fuffcr'mgs  a?id  zeal. 

1  'npWAS  for  our  fake,  eternal  God, 

f  JL     Thy  Son  fuflain'd  that  heavy  load 
Of  bafe  reproach  and  fore  difgrace, 
While  fhame  denTd  his  facred  face. 

2  The  Jews,  his  brethren  and  his  kin, 
Abus'd  the  man  that  check'd  their  fin  ; 
While  he  fulfuTd  thy  holy  laws, 
They  hate  him,  but  without  a  caufe. 

[3  "  My  Father's  houfe,"  faid  he,  "  was  made 
"  A  place  for  worfhip,  not  for  trade  j" 
Then  featuring  all  their  gold  andbrafs, 
He  fcourg'd  the  merchants  from  the  place] 

["4  Zeal  for  the  temple  of  his  God 

Confum'd  his  life,  expos'd  his  blood  : 

Reproaches  at  thy  glory  thrown 

He  felt,  and  mourn'd  them  as  his  own.] 

[5  His  friends  forfook,  his  followers  fled, 
While  foes  and  arms  furround  his  head  : 
They  curfe  him  with  a  flanderous  tongue 
And  the  falfe  judge  maintains  the  wrong.] 

[6  His  life  they  load  with  hateful  lies, 
And  charge  his  lips  with  biafphemies  : 
They  nail  him  to  the  fnameful  tree  ; 
There  hung  the  man  that  died  for  me.] 

7  But  God  beheld  ;   and  from  his  throne, 
Marks  out  the  men  that  hate  his  Son  ; 
M  he  hand  that  rais'd  him  from  the  dead 
Shall  pour  the  vengeance  on  their  head  : 


r 


PSALMS.-  149 

PSALM    LXX.    Common  Metre. 

Pro'eclion  agalnft  perfonal  enemies, 

1    TN  hade,  O  God,  attend  my  call, 
J[     Nor  hear  my  cries  in  vain  ; 
Oh  let  thy  fpeed  prevent  my  fall, 
,  And  ftill  my  hope  fuftain. 
1  When  foes  invidious  wound  my  name, 
And  tempt  my  foul  aftray, 
Then  let  them  fall  with  lading  fhame, 
To  their  own  plots  a  prey. 
3  While  all  that  love  thy  name  rejoice, 
And  glory  in  thy  word, 
In  thy  falvation  raife  their  voice, 
And  magnify  the  Lord. 
4.   O  thou  my  help  in  time  of  need, 
Behold  my  fore  difmay  ; 
In  pity  haften  to  my  aid, 
Nor  let  thy  grace  delay. 

PSALM     LXXI.  ver.  5,-9.    Firfh  part. 

Common   Metre. 

The  aged  Jain?*  refieclion  and  hope* 

1  T\/TY  God,  my  everlafting  hope, 
JlVJL     I  nve  upon  thy  truth  ; 
Thine  hands  have  held  my  childhood  up, 

And  flrength'ned  all  my  youth. 

2  My  fiefh  was  fafhion'd  by  thy  power, 

With  all  thefe  limbs  of  mine  ; 
And,  from  my  mother's  painful  hour, 
I've  been  entirely  thine. 

3  Still  has  my  life  new  wonders  feen 
Repeated  every  year  : 

Behold,  my  days  that  yet  remain 
I  truft  them  to  thy  care. 


150  PSALMS. 

4  Cafl  me  not  off  when  ftrength  declines , 

When  hoary  hairs  arife  ; 
And  round  me  let  thy  glory  mine 
Whene'er  thy  fervant  dies. 

5  Then,  in  the  hifVry  of  my  age, 

When  men  review  my  days, 
They'll  read  thy  love  in  ev'ry  page, 
In  ev'ry  line  thy  praife. 

PSALM  LXXI.  ver.  15,  14,  16,  23,  22,  24, 
Second  part.     Common  Metre. 

Chrift  our  Jlrength  and  right eoufnefs* 

1  T\/|"Y  Saviour,  my  almighty  friend, 
JlVJl     When  I  begin  thy  praife, 
Where  will  the  growing  numbers  end, 

The  numbers  of  thy  grace  ? 

2  Thou  art  my  everiafting  truft, 

Thy  goodnefs  I  adore ! 
And  iince  I  knew  thy  graces  firfl:, 
I  fpeak  thy  glories  more. 

3  My  feet  mall  travel  all  the  length 

Of  the  celeftial  road, 
And  march  with  courage,  in  thy  ftrengtU, 
To  fee  my  Father,    God. 

4  When  I  am  filPd  with  fore  diftrefs 

For  fome  furprifing  fin. 
I'll  plead  thy  perfect  righteoufnefs, 
And  mention  none  but  thine. 

5  How  will  my  lips  rejoice  to  tell 

The  vicVries  of  my  king  ! 
My  foul,  redeem'd  from  fm  and  hell, 
Shall  thy  falvation  fing. 

6  [My  tongue  (hall  all  the  day  proclaim 

My  Saviour  and  my  God, 
His  death  has  brought  my  foes  to  fname, 
And  fav'd  me  by  his  blood.] 


P     S     A     L     M     S.  151 

7  Awake,  awake,  my  tuneful  pow'rs  ; 

With  this  delightful  fong 
I'll  entertain  the  darken:  hours, 

Nor  think  the  feafon  long. 

PSALM  LXXI.    ver.   17—21.  Third  part. 
Common  Metre. 

The  aged  Chriftian's  prayer  and  Jong  ;  or,  Old  age, 
death  and  the  refurreciion. 

1   g^i  OD  of  my  childhood,  and  "my  youth, 
VX  The  guide  of  all  my  days, 

1  have  declar'd  thy  heavenly  truth, 

And  told  thy  wound'rous  ways. 

2  Wilt  thou  forfake  my  hoary  hairs, 
And  leave  my  fainting  heart  ? 

Who  mail  fuftain  my  finking  years 
If  God,  my  ftrength  depart? 

3  Let  me  thy  powY  and  truth  proclaim 
Before  the  Hung  a^e, 

And  leave  a  favour  of  thy  name 
When  I  (hall  quit  the  ftage. 

4  The  land  of  filence  and  of  death 
Attends  my  next  remove  ; 

O  may  thefe  poor  remains  of  breath 
Teach  the  wide  world  thy  love  1 

PAUSE. 

5  Thy  righteoufnefs  is  deep  and  high, 
Unfearchable  thy  deeds : 

Thy" glory  fpreads  beyond  the  fey, 
And  all  my  praiie  exceeds. 

6  Oft  have  I  heard  thy  threatninjs  roar 
And  oft  cniur'd  the  grief; 

But  when  thy  hand  has  preis'd  ins  for:, 
Thy  grace  was  ray  relier. 
'  N   2 


IS-  P     S     A    L     M     S. 

7  By  long'expericnce  have  I  known 
Thy  fov'reign  power  to  fave  ; 

At  thy  command  I  venture  down 
Securely  to  the  grave. 

8  When  I  lie  buried  deep  in  duft, 
My  flefh  fhall  be  thy  care  ; 

Thefe  wither'd  limbs  with  thee  I  truft 
To  raife  them  flrong  and  fair. 

PSALM  LXXIL*  Firfl    part.      Long  Metre. 

The  kingdom  of  Chrift. 

i    4T^\  RE  AT  God,  whofe  univerfal  fway 

\jjf  The  known  and  unknown  worlds  obey, 
Now  give  the  kingdom  to  thy  Son, 
Extend  his  power,  exalt  his  throne. 

2  Thy  fceptre  well  becomes  his  hands, 
All  heav'n  fubmits  to  his  commands  ; 
His  juftice  fhall  avenge  the  poor, 
And  pride  and  rage  prevail  no  more. 

3  With  power  he  vindicates  the  juft, 
And  treads  th'oppreffor  in  the  duft  ; 
His  worfhip  and  his  fear  fhall  laft, 
Till  hours  and  years,  and  time  be  pafL 

4  As  rain  on  meadows  newly  mown, 
So  fhall  he  fend  his  influence  down  ; 
His  grace  on  fainting  fouls  diftils, 
Like  heavenly  dew  on  thirfty  hills. 

5  The  heathen  lands  that  lie  beneath 
The  fhades  of  overfpreading  death, 
Revive  at  his  firfl  dawning  light, 
And  defer ts  blollom  at  the  fight. 

6  The  faints  fhall  flourifh  in  his  clays, 
Drefs5d  in  the  robes  of  joy  and  praife  j 
Peace,  like  a  river  from  his  throne 
Shall  flow  to  nations  yet  unknown. 


PSALMS.  153 

PSALM  LXXII.     Second  part.  Long  Metre. 

Chrijl's  kingdom  among  the  Gentiles. 

1    TESUS  fhall  reign  where'er  the  fun 
J    Does  his  fucceflive  journeys  run  : 
His  kingdom  ftretch  from  fhore  to  more, 
Till  moons  (hall  wax  and  wane  no  more. 

[2  Behold  the  nations  with  their  kings  ; 
There  Europe  her  bell  tribute  brings ; 
From  north  to  fouth  the  princes  meet 
To  pay  their  homage  at  his  feet, 

3  There  Perfia  glorious  to  behold, 
And  India  mines  in  eaftern  gold  ; 
While  weflern  empires  own  their  Lord, 
And  favage  tribes  attend  his  word.] 

4  For  him  mail  endlefs  pray'r  be  made, 
And  endlefs  praifes  crown  his  head  ; 
His  name  like  fweet  perfume  mall  rife 
With  every  morning  facrifice.    . 

5  People  and  realms  of  every  tongue 
Dwell  on  his  love  with  fweeteft  fong ; 
And  infant^voices  fhall  proclaim 
Their  early  bleilings  on  his  name. 

6  Bleflings  abound  where'er  he  reigns ; 
The  joyful  prifoner  burfts  his  chains  : 
The  weary  find  eternal  reft, 

And  all  the  fons  of  want  are  bleft. 

£7   Where  he  difplays  his  healing  power, 
Death  and  the  curfe  are  known  no  more : 
In  him  the  tribes  of  Adam  boaft 
More  bleilings  than  their  father  loft. 

8  Let  every  creature  rife  and  bring 
Peculiar  honours  to  our  king  : 
Angels  defcend  with  fongs  again, 
And  earth  repeats  the  loud  a  nen.J 


1 54  PSALMS. 

PSALM    LXXIII.  Firfl  part.  Common  Metre, 
A ffilEled faints  happy ,  and  prof  per  ous  finners  curfed, 

i   TVTOW  Pm  convinc'd  the  Lord  is  kind 

J[/\|    To  men  of  hearts  fincere, 
Yet  once  my  foolifh  thoughts  repin*d, 

And  border'd  on  defpair. 

2  I  griev'd  to  fee  the  wicked  thrive, 
And  fpoke  with  angry  breath, 

"  How  pleafant  and  profane  they  live ; 
"  How  peaceful  is  their  death  : 

3  "  With  well-fed  flefh  and  haughty  eyes 
"  They  lay  their  fears  to  fleep  ; 

"  Againft  the  heav'ns  their  flanders  rife. 
cc  While  faints  in  filence  weep. 

4  "  In  vain  I  lift  my  hands  to  pray,  . 
"  And  cleanfe  my  heart  in  vain  ; 

6C  For  I  am  chaftened  all  the  day, 
"  The  night  renews  my  pain. 

5  Yet  while  my  tongue  indulg'd  complaints, 
I  felt  my  heart  reprove  ; 

"  Sure  I  fhall  thus  offend  the  faints, 
"  And  grieve  the  men  I  love." 

6  But  flill  I  found  my  doubts  too  hard, 
The  conflict:  too  fevere, 

'Till  I  retir'd  to  fearch  thy  word, 
And  learn  thy  fecrets  there. 

7  There  as  in  fome  prophetic  glafs, 
I  faw  the  finner  fit 

High  mounted  on  a  flipp'ry  place, 
Befide  a  fiery  pit. 

8  I  heard  the  wretch  profanely  boaft, 
'Till  at  thy  frown  he  fell ; 

His  honours  in  a  dream  were  loft, 
And  he  awakes  ia  hell. 


PSALMS.  iss 

9  Lord,  what  an  envious  fool  I  was  ! 

How  like  a  thoughtlefs  bead  ! 
Thus  to  fufpect  thy  promis'd  grace, 

And  think  the  wicked  bleft. 

i  o  Yet  I  was  kept  from  full  defpair, 

Upheld  by  power  unknown  ; 
That  blefled  hand  that  broke  the  fnare 

Shall  guide  me  to  thy  throne. 

PSALM  LXXIII.  ver.  23,-28.    Second  part. 

Common  Metre. 

God  our  portion  here  and  hereafter. 

1  g^\  OD,  my  {importer  and  my  hope, 
\y  My  help  forever  near, 

Thine  arm  of  mercy  held  me  up 
When  finking  in  defpair. 

2  Thycounfels,  Lord,  (hall  guide  my  feet 
Through  life's  bewilder'd  race  ; 

Thine  hand  conduct  me  near  thy  feat, 
To  dwell  before  thy  face. 

3  Were  I  in  heav'n  without  my  God, 
'Twould  be  no  joy  to  me  : 

And  whiift  this  earth  is  my  abode, 
I  long  for  none  but  thee. 

4  What  if  the  fprings  of  life  mould  break, 
And  nefh  and  heart  mould  faint, 

God  is  my  foul's  eternal  rock, 
The  flrength  of  every  faint. 

5  Behold  the  finners  that  remove 
Far  from  thy  prefence  die  ; 

Not  all  the  idol  gods  they  love 
Can  fave  them  when  they  cry. 

6  But  to  draw  near  to  thee,  my  God, 
Shall  be  my  fweet  employ  ; 

My  tongue  (hall  found  thy  works  abroad, 
And  tell  the  world  my  joy. 


*S<S 

PSALM 

S. 

PSALM 

LXX1II.    ver.    22, 

3>  6> 

Long  Metre. 

The  pro/ferity  offirmers  curfed. 

17,-20 


1  ORD,  what  athoughtlefs  wretch  was  I, 
\   II  J  To  mourn,  and  murmur,  and  repine, 

To  fee  the  wicked  plac'd  on  high, 
In  pride  and  robes  of  honour  mine. 

2  But,  oh  their  end,  their  dreadful  end  ! 
Thy  fancluary  taught  me  fo  : 

On  flipp'ry  rocks  I  fee  them  (land, 
And  fiery  billows  roll  below. 

3  Now  let  them  boafl  how  tall  they  rife, 
I'll  never  envy  them  again  ; 

There  they  may  ftand  with  haughty  eyes, 
'Till  they  plunge  deep  in  endlefs  pain. 

4  Their  fancy'd  joys,  how  faft  they  flee  ! 
Like  dreams  as  fleeting  and  as  vain  ; 

Their  fongs  of  fofteft  harmony 
Are  but  a  prelude  to  their  pain. 

5  Now  I  efleem  their  mirth  and  wine 
Too  dear  to  purchafe  with  my  blood 

Lord,  'tis  enough  that  thou  art  mine, 
My  life,  my  portion,  and  my  God. 

PSALM   LXXIII.  Short  Metre. 

The  myjlery  of  Providence  unfolded. 

1  QURE  there's  a  righteous  God, 
'^  Nor  is  religion  vain  ; 

Though  men  of  vice  may  boafl  aloud,    ;- 
And  men  of  grace  complain. 

2  I  faw  the  wicked  rife, 
And  felt  my  heart  repine, 

While  haughty  fools  with  fcornful  eyes 
In  robes  of  honour  fhine. 


PSALMS.  157 

3  [Pamper'd  with  wanton  eafe, 

Their  flefh  looks  full  and  fair, 
Their  wealth  rolls  in  like  flowing  feas, 
And  grows  without  their  care. 

4  Free  from  the  plagues  and  pains 

That  pious  fouls  endure, 
Through  all  their  life  oppreflion  reigns. 
And  racks  the  humble  poor. 

5  Their  impious  tongues  plafpheme 

The  everlafting  God  : 
Their  malice  blafts  the  good  man's  name^ 
And  fpreads  their  lies  abroad. 

6  But  I  with  flowing  tears 

Indulg'd  my  doubts  to  rife  : 
"  Is  there  a  God  that  fees  or  hears 
*c  The  things  below  the  ikies  ?] 

7  The  tumult  of  my  thought 

Held  me  in  hard  fufpenfe, 
'Till  to  thy  houfe  my  feet  were  brought 
To  learn  thy  juftice  thence. 

8  Thy  word  with  light  and  power 

Did  my  miftake  amend  : 
I  view'd  the  fmners  life  before, 
But  here  I  learnt  their  end. 

9  On  what  a  flipp'ry  deep 

The  thoughtlefs  wretches  go ! 
And,  oh  1  that  dreadful  fiery  deep 
That  waits  their  fall  below  ! 

1  o  Lord,  at  thy  feet  I  bow, 

My  thoughts  no  more  repine  : 
I  call  my  God  my  portion  now, 
And^all  my  powers  are  thine. 


i58  PSALM     S. 

PSALM     LXXIV.     Common  Metre. 

The  church  f  leading  with   God  under  fore  perfe- 
cut  ion, 

i  "\7C7"ILL  God  forever  call  us  off! 
\\       His  wrath  forever  fmoke 
Againfl  the  people  of  his  love — 
His  little  chofen  flock  ? 

2  Think  of  the  tribes  fo  dearly  bought 

With  their  Redeemer's  blood  j 
Nor  let  thy  Zion  be  forgot, 
Where  once  thy  glory  flood. 

3  Lift  up  thy  feet,  and  march  in  hafle, 

Aloud  our  ruin  calls  ; 
See  what  a  wide  and  fearful  waile 
Is  made  within  thy  walls. 

4  Where  once  thy  churches  pray'd  and  fang, 

Thy  foes  profanely  rage  ; 
Amid  thy  gates  their  enfigns  hang, 
And  there  their  hofts  engage. 

5  How  are  the  feats  of  worfhip  broke  ? 

They  tear  the  buildings  down, 
And  he  that  deals  the  heaviefl  flroke 
Procures  the  chief  renown. 

6  With  flames  they  threaten  to  deflroy 

Thy  children  in  their  reft ; 
u  Come  let  us  burn  at  once"  (they  cry) 
"  The  temple  and  the  pried." 

7  And,  Hill  to  heighten  our  diftrefs, 

Thy  prefence  is  withdrawn  : 
Thy  wonted  figns  of  power  and  grace, 
Thy  power  and  grace  are  gone. 

8  No  prophet  fpeaks  to  calm  our  grief, 

But  all  in  filence   mourn  ; 
Nor  know  the  times  of  our  relief, 
The  hour  of  thy  return. 


PSALMS.  159 

PAUSE. 

9  How  long,  eternal  God,  how  long ! 

Shall  men  of  pride  blafpheme  ; 
Shall  faints  be  made  their  endlefs  fong, 
And-bear  immortal  fhame  ? 

10  Can'ft  thou  forever  fit  and  hear 

Thy  holy  name  profan'd — 
And  (till  thy  jealoufy  forbear, 
And  (till  withhold  thy  hand  ? 

1 1  What  ftrange  deliv'rance  haft  thou  (hewn 

In  ages  long  before  ? 
And  now  no  other  God  we  own, 
No  other  God  adore. 

1 2  Thou  didft  divide  the  raging  fea 

By  thy  refiftlefs  might, 
To  make  thy  tribes  a  wondrous  way, 
And  then  fecure  their  flight. 

1 3  Is  not  the  world  of  nature  thine, 
.   The  darknefs  and  the  day  ? 

Didft  thou  not  bid  the  morning  mine, 
And  mark  the  fun  his  way  ? 

14  Hath  not  thy  power  form'd  ev'ry  coafl, 

And  fet  the  earth  its  bounds, 
With  fummer's  heat,  and  winter's  fro  ft, 

In  their  perpetual  rounds  ? 
1$  And  mall  the  fons  of  earth  and  dufl 

That  facred  power  blafpheme  ! 
Will  not  thy  hand  that  formed  them  firft 

Avenge  thine  injur'd  name? 

16  Think  on  the  cov'nant  thou  haft  made, 

And  all  thy  words  of  love 
Nor  let  the  birds  of  prey  invade 
And  vex  thy  trembling  dove. 

17  Our  foes  would  triumph  in  our  blood 

And  make  our  hope  their  jeft  ; 
Plead  thine  ovm  caufe,  ahnigbty  Go- 
And  give  thy  children  reft. 
O 


i5o  P     S     A     L     M     S. 

P  S  A  L  M    -LXXV.     Long  Metre. 
Praife  to  God  for  the  return  of  peace. 

i    npothee,  mod  high  and  holy  God, 

To  thee  our  thankful  hearts  we  raife  ; 
Thy  works  declare  thy  name  abroad — 
Thy  wondrous  works  demand  our  praife. 

2  To  llav'ry  doom'd,  thy  chofen  fons 
•  Beheld  their  foes  triumphant  rife  ; 

And.  fore  opprefs'd  by  earthly  thrones, 
They  fought  the  fov'reign  of  the  (lues. 

3  'Twas  then*  great  God,  with  equal  power 

Arofe  thy  vengeance  and 'thy  grace, 
To  fcourge  their  legions  from  the  {here, 
And  fare  the  remnant  of  thy  race. 

4  Thy  hand,  that  form'd  the  reftiefs  main, 

And  rcar'd  the  mountain's  awful  head, 
Bade  raging  feas  thtir  courfe  reftrain, 
And  defert  wilds  receive  their  dead. 
c  Such  wonders  never  corne  by  chance, 

T\or  can  the  winds  fuch  blemngs  blow  ; 
'Tis  God  the  judge* doth  one  advance, 
»1  is,  God  that  lays  another  low. 
6  Let  haughty  tyrant?  link  their  pride, 
Nor  lift  fo  high  their  fcornful  head, 
But  lay  their  impious  thoughts  afide, 
And  own  the  empire  God  hath  made. 

P  S  A  L  M     LXXVI.     Common  Metre. 

!  fried,  'end  the  Adrians  dejiroyed;  or,  Ocas 

J  I  e   nfalnfi    his  enemies  proceeds  from  his 

'  of  old  wfiskn^n; 
fce  in  Ifrr.'el  gre 

krone, 
And  Ziori  was  his  (eat. 


P     S     A     L     M     S.  i'5i 

2  Among  the  praifcs  of  his  faints, 

His  dwelling  there  he  choi'e  ; 
There  he  receiv'd  their  ju ft  complaints 
Againft  their  haughty  foes. 

3  From  Zion  went  his  dreadful  word, 

And  broke  that  threat'ning  fpear  ; 
The  bow,  the  arrows,  and  the  fword. 
And  crufn'd  th'  Aiiyr'an  war. 

4  What  are  the  earth's  wide  kingdoms  elfa 

But  mighty  hills  of  prey  ? 
The  hill  on  which  Jehovah  dwells 
Is  glorious  more  than  they. 

5  'Twas  Zion's  king  that  ftopp'd  the  breath 

Of  captains  and  their  bands  ; 
The  men  of  might  lleep  fail  in  death, 
That  quells  their  warlike  hands. 

6  At  thy  rebuke,  O  Jacob's  God, 

Both  horfe  and  chariot  fell  : 
Who  knows  the  terrors  of  thy  rod  ? 
Thy  vengeance  who  can  tell  ? 

7  What  pow'r  can  Hand  before  thy  fight 

When  once  thy  wrath  appears  ? 
When  heav'n  mines  round  with  dreadful  light., 
The  earth  adores  and  fears. 

8  When  God  in  his  own  fov'reign  ways 

Comes  down  to  fave  th'  oppreft, 
The  wrath  of  man  mall  work  his  praife, 
And  he'll  reffrain  the  reft. 

9  [[Vows  to  the  Lord,  and  tribute  bring  ; 

Ye  princes,  fear  his  frown  ; 
His  terrors  make  the  proudeft  king, 

And  fmite  his  armies  down. 
io  The  thunder  of  his  fharp  rebuke 

Our  haughty  foes  mail  feel  ; 
For  Jacob's  God  hath  not  forfook, 

But  dwells  in  Zion  ftill.] 


i62  PSALMS. 

P  S  A  L  M  LXXVII.  Firft  part.  Common  Metre. 

Melancholy  ajaultingy  and  hope  prevailing. 

i   HPO  God  I  cry'd  with  mournful  voice, 
j[       I  fought  his  gracious  ear, 
In  the  fad  hour,  when  trouble  rofe, 
And  filFd  my  heart  with  fear. 
a  Sad  were  my  days,  and  dark  my  nights, 
My  foul  refus'd  relief; 
I  thought  on  God,  the  juft  and  wife, 
But  thoughts  increas'd  my  grief. 
3  Still  I  complain'd,  and  ftill  opprefl, 
My  heart  began  to  break  ; 
My  God,  thy  wrath  forbade  my  reft, 
And  kept  my  eyes  aw<  v.e. 
4.  My  overwhelming  for  row:  grew, 
'Till  I  could  fpeak  no   more  ; 
Then  I  within  myfelf  with  Irew, 
And  call'd  thy  judgments  o'er. 

5  I  call'd  back  years  and  ancient  times, 

When  I  beheld  thy  face  ;  * 
My  fpirit  feavch'd  for  fecret  crimes 
That  might  withhold  thy  grace. 

6  I  call'd  thy  mercies  to  my  mind, 

Which  I  enjoy'd  before  ; 
And  will  the  Lord  no  more  be  kind — 
His  face  appear  no  more  ? 

7  Will  he  forever  caft  me  off — 

His  promrfe  ever  fail  ? 
Has  he  forgot  his  tender  love  ? 
Shall  anger  dill  prevail  ? 

8  But  I  forbid  this  hopelefs  thought, 

This  dark,  defpairing  frame, 
Rememb'ring  what  thy  hand  hath  wrought  ; 
Thy  hand  is  ftill  the  fame. 


PSALMS.  163 

9  I'll  think  again  of  all  thy  ways, 

And  talk  thy  wonders  o'er, 
Thy  wonders  ofrecov'ring  grace, 
When  flefh  could  hope  no  more. 

10  Grace  dwelt  with  juftice  on  the  throne  ; 

And  men  that  love  thy  word 
Have  in  thy  fancluary  known 
The  counfels  of  the  Lord. 

PSALM     LXXVTI.    Second  part.  Common 
Metre. 

Comfort  derived  from  ancient  providence  ;  ^or,  If- 
rael  delivered  from  Egypt,  and  brought  to  Ca- 
naan. 

'  *    "  ¥  1"  QW  awfuVis  thy  cbatPning  rod  r5 
JTJ.     (May  thy  own  children  fay  :) 
"  The  great,  the  wife,  the  dreadful  God  1 
"  How  holy  is  his  way  !JS 

2  I'll  meditate  his  works  of  old, 

Who  reigns  in  heav'n  above  ; 
I'll  hear  his  ancient  wonders  told, 
And  learn  to  truft  his  love. 

3  Hefaw  the  houie  of  Jcfeph  lie 

With  Egypt's  yoke  oppreft  ; 
Long  he  delay'd  to  hear  their  cry  ; 
Nor  gave  his  people  reft. 

4  The  fons  of  pious  Jacob  feem'd 

Abandon' d  to  their  foes  ; 
But  his  almighty  arm  redeerri'd 

The  nation  whom  he  chofe. 

5  From  ilaviih  chain    he  ;^:j  them  &ee, 

They  follow  where  he  eatls  ; 
He  bade  them  vent'uri  \t  lea* 

And  made  the  wave?  ^eir  v.alli, 

O  z 

■■- — - — -' 


164  PSALMS. 

6  The  waters  faw  thee,  mighty  God, 
The  waters  faw  thee  come  ; 

Backward  they  fled,  and  frighted  flood, 
To  make  thine  armies  room. 

7  Strange  was  thy  journey  through  the  fea, 
Thy  footfteps,  Lord,  unknown  ; 

Terrors  attend  the  wondrous  way 
That  brings  thy  mercies  down. 

£8  Thy  voice  with  terror  in  the  found 
Through  clouds  and  darknefs  broke  -9 

All  heav'n  in  lightning  fhone  around, 
And  earth  with  thunder  (hook. 

9  Thine  arrows  through  the  flues  were  hurl'd  \ 

How  glorious  is  the  Lord ! 
Surprife  and  trembling  feiz'd  the  world, 

And  all  his  faints  ador'd. 

fo  He  gave  them  water  from  the  rock, 

And,  fafe  by  Mofes'  hand, 
Through  a  dry  defert  led  his  flock 

To  Canaan's  promis'd  land.] 

PSALM  LXXVIII.  Firft  part.  Common 
Metre. 

Providence  of  God  recorded  ;  or,  Pious  education 
and  injlruclion  of  children, 

i   "¥*    ET  children  hear  the  mighty  deeds 
I  j   Which  God  performed  of  old, 

Which  in  our  younger  years  we  faw, 
And  which  our  fathers  told. 

2  He  bids  us  make  his  glories  known  $ 

His  works  of  power  and  grace  : 
And  we'll  convey  his  wonders  down 

Through  ev'ry  rifing  race. 


PSALMS.  165 

3  Our  lips  fhail  tell  them  to  our  Ions, 
And  they  again  to  their 's, 

That  generations  yet  unborn 
May  teach  them  to  their  heirs. 

4  Thus  fhall  they  learn  in  God  alone 
Their  hope  fecurely  (lands,    - 

That  they  may  ne'er  forget  his  works, 
But  praclife  his  commands. 

PSALM    LXXVIII.    Second  part. 
Common  Metre. 

IfraeV s  rebellion  and  punijhment  \  or,  The  fins 
and  chajlifements  of  God' s  people* 

1  r^K  WHAT  a  ftiff  rebellious  houfe 
\^J   Was  Jacob's  ancient  race  ! 

Falfe  to  their  ov/n  mod:  folemn  vqw*, 
And  to  their  Maker's  grace ! 

2  They  broke  the  cov'nant  of  his  love, 
And  did  his  laws  defpife  ; 

Forgot  the  works  he  wrought  to  prove. 
His  power  before  their  eyes ! 

3  They  faw  the  plagues  on  Egypt  'light 
From  his  avenging  hand  : 

What  dreadful  tokens  of  his  might 
Spread  o'er  the  ftubborn  land ! 

4  They  faw  him  cleave  the  mighty  fea, 
And  march' d  with  fafety  through, 

With  wat'ry  walls  to  guard  their  way, 
'Till  they  had  'fcap'd  the  foe. 

5  A  wondrous  pillar  mark'd  the  road, 
Compos'd  of  (hade  and  light  \ 

By  day  it  prov'd  a  (helt'ring|cioud, 
A  leading  (ire  by  night. 


166  PSALMS. 

6  He  from  the  rock  their  third  fupply'd  ; 
The  gufhing  waters  flow'd 

And  ran  in  rivers  by  their  fide, 
Along  the  defart  road. 

7  Yet  they  provok'd  the  Lord  Mo  ft  High, 
And  dar'd  diftruft  his  hand  : 

"  Can  he  with  bread  our  hod  fupply 
"  Amidft  this  barren  land  ?" 

8  The  Lord  with  indignation  heard, 
And  caus'dhis  wrath  to  flame  ; 

His  .errors  ever  (land  prepar'd 
To  vindicate  his  name. 

PSALM  LXXVIII.  Third  part.  Common 
Metre. 

The  punijhment  of  luxury  and  intemperance  ;  or, 
Chajlifement  andfahation. 

VV     And  fdl'd  their  hearts  with  dread  -f 
Yet  he  forgave  the  men  he  lov'd, 
And  fent  them  heavenly  bread. 

2  He  fed  them  with  a  liberal  hand, 
And  made  his  treafures  known  ; 

He  gave  the  midnight  clouds  command 
To  pour  proyifion  down. 

3  The  manna,  like  a  morning  fhow'r, 
Lay  thick  around  their  feet ; 

The  food  of  heav'n,  fo  light,  fo  pure, 
As  though  'twere  angels'  meat. 

4  But  they  in  murm'ring  language,  faid, 
"  Is  manna  all  our  feaft  ? 

«  We  loath  this' light,  this  airy  bread; 
"  We  mull  have  fleUa  to  talk.*' 


PSALMS.  167 

5  "  Ye  (hail  have  flefh  to  pleafe  your  luft," 
The  Lord  in  wrath  reply'd  ; 

And  fent  them  quails,  like  fand,  or  dud, 
Heap'd  up  on  every  fide. 

6  He  gave  them  all  their  own  defire ; 
And,  greedy  as  they  fed, 

His  vengeance  burnt  with  facred  fire, 
And  (mote  the  rebels  dead. 

7  When  fome  were  flain,  the  reft  return'd, 
And  fought  the  Lord  with  tears  ; 

Under  the  rod  they  fear'd  and  mourn'd 
But  foon  forgot  their  fears. 

8  Oft  he  chaftis'd  and  (till  forgave, 
'Till,  by  his  gracious  hand, 

The  nations  he  refo!v?d  to  fave 
Poffefs'd  the  promis'd  land. 

PSALM  LXXVIIL  ver.  32,  &c.  Fourth 
part,  Long  Metre. 

Backfliding  andjbrgivenf  ;  or,  Sin  punijhed>  and 

faints  javed. 

1  g~^\  RE  AT  God,  how  oft  did  Ifrael  prove^ 
\jyr  By  turns  thine  anger  and  thy  love  ? 
There,  in  a  glafs,  our  hearts  may  fee 
How  fickle  and  how  falfe  they  be. 

2  How  foon  the  faithlefs  Jews  forgot 

The  dreadful  wonders  God  had  wrought ! 
Then  they  provok'd  him  to  his  face, 
Nor  fear  his  pow'r,  nor  trull  his  grace. 

3  The  Lord  confumM  their  years  in  pain, 
And  made  their  travels  long  and  vain  ; 
A  tedious  march  through  unknown  ways 
Wore  out  their  ftretigth  and  fpent  their  days. 


x68  PSALMS. 

4  Oft,  when  they  faw  their  brethren  flam, 
They  mourn'd,  and  fought  the  Lord  again  ; 
Call'd  him  the  Rock  of  their  abode, 
Their  high  Redeemer,  and  their  God. 

5  Their  pray'rs  and  vows  before  him  rife, 
As  flatt'ring  words,  or  folemn  lies, 
While  their  rebellious  tempers  prove 
Falfe  to  his  cov'nant  and  his  love. 

6  Yet  could  his  fov'reign  grace  forgive 
The  men  who  ne'er  deferv'd  to  live  ; 
His  anger  oft  away  he  turn'd, 
Or  elfe  with  gentle  flame  it  burn'd. 

7  He  faw  their  flefh  was  weak  and  frail, 
He  faw  temptations  (till  prevail ; 
The  God  of  Abra'm  lov'd  them  .(till, 
And  led  them  to  his  holy  hill. 

PSALM  LXXIX.    Long  Metre. 

For  the  difirefs  of  war. 
EHOLD,  O  God,  what  cruel  foes 
Thy  peaceful  heritage  invade  ; 
Thy  holy  temple  (lands  defil'd, 
I21  dull  thy  (acred  walls  are  laid. 

2  Wide  o'er  the  vallies  drench'd  in  blood, 
Thy  people  falPn  in  death  remain  ; 

The  fowls  of  heav'n  their  flefh  devour, 
And  favage  beafts  divide  the  (lain. 

3  Th'  infuhing  foes  with  impious  rage, 
Reproach  thy  children  to  their  face ; 

c<  Where  is  your  God  of  boafted  power, 
"  And  where  the  promife  of  his  grace." 

4  Deep  from  the  prifon's  horrid  glooms, 
Oh  hear  the  mournful  captives  (igh, 

And  let  thy  fov'reign  power  reprieve 
The  trembling  fouls  coniemn'd  to  die* 


PSALMS.  169 

5  Let  thofe  who  dar'd  t'  infult  thy  reign, 

Return  difmay'd  with  endlefs  (name, 
While  heathens,  who  thy  grace  defpife, 
Shall  from  thy  vengeance  learn  thy  name. 

6  So  (hall  thy  children,  freed  from  death, 

Eternal  foikgs  of  honour  raife, 
And  every  future  age  mall  tell 

Thy  fov'reign  power,  and  pard'ning  grace. 

PSALM     LXXX.     Long  Metre. 

The    Church's  prayer  under   affliclion    ;    or,    The 
vineyard  of  God  wafted. 

1  f^\  RE  AT  Shepherd  of  thine  Ifrael, 

\^y  Who  didft  between  the  cherubs  dwell, 
And  led  the  tribes,  thy  chofen  fheep, 
Safe  through  the  defart  and  the  deep. — . 

2  Thy  church  is  in  the  defart,  Lord, 
Shine  from  on  high,  and  light  afford.  ; 
Turn  us  to  thee,  thy  love  reftore, 
Wc  (hall  be  fav'd  and  figh  no  more. 

■7   Great  God  whom  heav'nly  hods  obey., 
How  long  mail  we  lament  and  pray, 
And  wait  in  vain  thy  kind  return  £ 
How  long  mall  thy  fierce  anger  burn  ? 

4  Inflead  of  wine  and  cheerful  bread, 
Thy  faints  with  their  own  tears  are  fed  ; 
Turn  us  to  thee,  thy  love  retlore, 
We  mall  be  fav'd  and  figh  no  more. 

P  a  u  s  £     the    firft. 

e  Hnft  thou  not  planted  with  tny  hands 

A  lovely  vine  in  heathen  ianusi 
Did  not  thy  power  defend  it  round, 

And  heav'nly  dews  enric] 


170 


PSALMS. 


6  How  did  the  fpreading  branches  fhoot, 
And  blefs  the  nations  with  the  fruit  ? 
But  now  dear  Lord  look  down  and  fee 
Thy  mourning  vine,  that  lovely  tree, 

7  Why  is  her  beauty  thus  defac'd  ? 
Why  haft  thou  laid  her  fences  wafte  ? 
Strangers  and  foes  againfl  her  join, 
And  every  beafl  devours  the  vine. 

8  Return,  almighty  God,  return  ; 

Nor  let  thy  bleeding  vineyard  mourn  ; 
Turn  us  to  thee,  thy  love  reftore, 
We  ihali  be  fav'd,  and  ugh  no  more. 


Pause    the    fecond. 

9  Lord,  when  this  vine  in  Canaan  grew, 
Thou  waft  its  ftrength,  and  glory  too  ! 
Attacked  in  vain  by  all  its  foes, 

Till  the  fair  branch  of  promife  rofe. 

10  Fair  branch,  ordain'd  of  old  to  (hoot 
From  David's  ftock,    from  Jacob's  root  j 
Himfelf  a  nobler  vine,  and  we 

The  lefTer  branches  of  the  tree. 

1 1  'Tis  thy  own  Son  ;  and  he  mail  ftand, 
Girt  with  thy  ftrength  at  thy  right  hand  ; 
Thy  fl rft-born  Son,  adcrn'd  and  bleis'd 
With  pow'r  and  grace  above  the  reft. 

12  O  !  for  his  fake,  attend  our  cry, 
Shine  on  thy  churches,  left  they  die  5 
Turn  us  to  thee,  thy  love  reftore, 
We  fnali  be  fav'd  and  fi?;h  no  more. 


PSALMS.  ,ji 

PSALM  LXXXI.  ver,  i,  3,— 16.  Short  Metre. 

The  warning  of  God  to  his  people  ;  or,  Spiritual 

biejjings  and  punijhments. 
i    O  ING  to  the  Lord  aloud, 

l3   And  make  a  joyful  noife  ; 
God  is  our  ftrength,  our  Saviour  God  ; 

Let  Ifrael  hear  his  voice. 

2  a  From  idols  falfe  and  vain 

"  Preferve  my  rights  divine  : 
"  I*»am  the  Lord  who  broke  thy  chain 
"  Of  flavery  and  of  fin. 

3  "  Stretch  thy  defires  abroad, 

"  And  I'll  fupply  them  well  ; 
a  But  if  ye  will  refufe  your  God 
"  If  Ifrael  will  rebel ; 

4  "  Pi|  leave  them,"  faith  the  Lord, 

"  To  their  own  lufts  a  prey. 
"  And  let  them  run  the  dang'rous  road  ; 
u  'Tis  their  own  chofen  way. 

5  "  Yet,  O  !  that  all  my  faints' 

'*  Would  hearken  to  my  voice  ! 
"  Soon  I  would  eafe  their  fore  complaints, 
"  And  bid  their  hearts  rejoice. 

6  "  While  I  deftroy  their  fees," 

"  I'll  richly  feed  my   flock, 
"  And  they  mall  tafte  the  ftream  that  flows 
"  From  their  eternal  rock." 

PSALM     LXXXII.     Long  Metre. 

God    the    fupreme    governor;      or,     Magijtraics 

warned. 

MONO  th'  aifemblies  of  the  great, 

A  greater  ruler  takes  his  feat  ; 
^G.dotheav^,   asjud,e,   furvev, 
mole  Oods  on  earth,  and  all  their  ways. 
P  ; 


l7?j  PSALMS. 

2  Why  will  ye  frame  oppreffive  laws  ? 

Or  why  fuppcrt  th'  unrighteous  caufe  ? 
\    When  will  ye  once  defend  the  poor, 

That  foes  may  vex  the  iaints  no  more. 
«  Thev  know  not,  Lord,  nor  will  they  know; 
°  Dark  are  the  ways  in  which  they  go  5 

Their  name  of  earthly  gods  is  vain, 

For  thev  (hall  fall  and  die  like  men. 
4  Arife,  0  Lord,  and  let  thy  Son 

Pofleis  his  univerfal  throne^ 

And  rule  the  nations  with  his  rod  ;  » 

He  is  our  judge,  and  he  our  God. 

PSALM    LXXXIII.     Short  Metre, 
A  complaint  againjl  perf editors. 

1  A  ^D  wiU  the  God  of  grace> 

f\      Perpetual  filence  keep  ? 
The  God  ofjuttice  hold  his  peace, 
And  let  his  vengeance  fieep  ? 

2  Behold  what  curled  fnares 

ThemenofmifchieHpread 
The  men  that  hate  thy  faints  and  thee 
Lift  up  their  threat'ning  head. 
n  Acainft  thy  hidden  ones, 
6       Their  counfels  they  employ, 
And  malice,  with  her  watchful  eye, 

Purfues  them  to  deftroy. 
A  «  Come,  let  us  join,"  they  cry, 

4  Vc?o  root  thein  from  the  ground, 

«  .Till  not  the  name  of  faints  remain, 
«  Nor  mem'ry  (hall  be  tound. 
q  Awake,  almighty  God, 

5  And  call  thy  wrath  to  mind, 
Gif  them,  like  fcrefls,  to  the  fire, 

Or  nubble  to  the  wind. 


PSALMS.  i 

;  Convince  their  madnefs,  Lord, 
And  make  them  feek  thy  name  : 
Or  elie  their  ftubborn  rage  confound, 
That  they  may  die  in  fiiame. 
-  Then  fnall  the  nations  know 
Thy  glorious  dreadful  word., 
Jehovah  is  thy  name  alone, 
And  thou  the  tov'reign  Lord. 

PSALM  LXXXIV,  Firftpari.  Long  Metre, 

The  pleafure  of  public  ivor/hlp. 

OW  p'eafant,  how  divinely  fair, 
O  Lord  of  holts,  thy  dwellings  are  ! 
With  long  defire  my  fpirit  faints 
To  meet  tha  aflemblies  oi  thy  laiuts, 

2  My  nefh  would  red  in  thine  abode, 
My  panting  heart  cries  out  for  God  ; 
My  God  !  my  King  !  why  mould  I  be 
So  far  from  all  my  joys  and  thee  ? 

3  The  fparrow  chufes  where  to  reft, 
And  for  her  young  provides  her  neft  5 
But  will  my  God  to  fparrows  grant 
That  pleafure  which  his  children  want? 

4  Blefs'd  are  the  faints  who  fit  on  high 
Around  thy  throne  above  the  iky  ; 
Thy  brighted  glories  mine  above, 
And  all  their  work  is  praife  and  love. 

5  Blefs'd  are  the  fouls  who  find  a  place 
Within  the  temple  of  thy  grace  ; 
There  to  behold  thy  gentler  rays, 
And  feek  thy  face,  and  learn  thy  praife. 

6  Blefs'd  are  the  men  whofe  hearts  are  fet 
To  find  the  way  to  Zion's  gate  ; 

God  is  their  ftrength  ;  and  through  the  road 
They  lean  upon  their  helper  God. 


73 


!74 


PSALMS, 


7  Cheerful  they  walk  with  growing  ftrength, 
'Till  all  fhall  meet  in  heav'n  at  length, 
'Till  all  before^  thy  face  appear, 
And  join  in  nobler  worfhip  there. 

P  S  A  L  M     LXXX1V.  Second  part.  Common 
Metre. 

God  and  his  church  ;  or,  grace  and  glory. 

i    #^  RE  AT  God,  attend,  while  Zion  fin  gs 
\Jf     The  joy  that  from  thy  prefence  fprings  : 
To  ipend  one  day  with  thee  on  earth 
Exceeds  a  thoufand  days  of  mirth. 

z  Might  I  enjoy  the  meanefc  place 
Within  thy  houle,  O  God  of  grace, 
Not  tents  of  eafe,  nor  thrones  of  pow'r, 
Should  tempt  my  feet  to  leave  thy  door. 

3  Cod  is  our  fun,  he  makes  our  day  ; 
God  is  our  fhield  i  he  guards  our  way 
From  all  th'  afiaults  of  hell  and  fin, 
From  foes  without  and  foes  within. 

4  All  needful  grace  will  God  beftow, 
And  crown  that  grace  with  glory  too  1 
He  gives  us  all  things,  and  withholds 
No  real  good  from  upright  fouls. 

q   O  God,'  our  King,  whofe  fov'reign  fway 
The  glorious  hods  of  heaven  obey, 
And  devils  at  thy  prefence  flee, 
Blefs'd  is  the  man  that  trulls  in  thee. 
PSALM  LXXXIV.  ver.  1,2,3,  ic,  paraphrafed. 

Common  Metre. 
Delight  in  ordinances  of  worfhip ;  or,  God  prefent 

in  his  churches. 
i  Ik  IW  Y  foul,  how  lovely  is  the  place 
1VJL     To  which  thy  God  reforts  ! 
'lis  heav'n  to  fee  his  fmiling  face, 
Though  in  his  earthly  crown. 


PS     A     L     M     S.  175 

2  There  the  great  monarch  of  the  fides 
His  faving  pow'r  difplays, 

And  light  breaks  in  upon  our  eyes, 
With  kind  and  quick'ning  rays. 

3  With  his  rich  gifts  the  heav'nly  dove 
Defcends  and  fills' the  place, 

While  Chrift  reveals  his  wondrous  love, 
And  fheds  abroad  his  grace. 

4  There,  mighty  God,  thy  words  declare 
The  fecrets  of  thy  will  ; 

And  Mill  we  feek  thy  mercies  there, 
And  fing  thy  praifes  ftill. 


USE, 


5  My  heart  and  flefh  cry  out  for  thee, 
While  far  from  thine  abode  ; 

When  fhall  I  tread  thy  courts  and  fee 
My  Saviour  and  my  God  ? 

6  The  fparrow  builds  herfelf  a  neft. 
And  furTers  no  remove  ; 

O  make  me  like  (he  fparrows  blefs'd. 
To  dwell  but  where  I  love. 

j   To  fit  one  day  beneath  thine  eye, 
And  hear  thy  gracuous  voice, 

Exceeds  a  whole  eternity 
Employ* d  in  carnal  joys. 

8  Lord,  at  thy  threshold  I  would  wait, 

While  Jefus  is  within, 
-Rather  than  fill  a  throne  of  fete, 

Among  the  tents  of  lin. 

•9   Could  I  command  the  fpacious  land, 
And  the  more  boundlefs  fea, 

For  one  bleVd  hour  at  thy  right  hand 
Id  give  them  Loth  away. 
P  2 


iy6  PSALM    S. 

PSALM  LXXXIV.     As  the  148th  Pfalm. 
Longing  for  the  houfe  of  God, 
ORD  of  the  worlds  above, 


L 


Hew  pleafant  and  how  fair 
The  dwellings  of  thy  love, 
Thy  earthly  temples  are  ! 

To  thine  abode 
My  heart  afpires, 
"With  warm  defires, 

To  fee  my  God. 

&  The  fparrow  for  her  young, 
With  pleafure  feeks  a  neft, 
And  wand'ring  fwallows  long 
To  find  their  wonted  reft  : 

My  fpirit  faints, 
With  equal  zeal, 
To  rife  and  dwell 
Among  the  faints. 

3  O  happy  fouls  that  pray 

Where  God  appoints  to  hear  ! 
O  happy  men  that  pay 

Iheir  conftant  fervice  there  ! 

They  praife  thee  ftill  ', 
And  happy  they 
That  love  the  way 
To  Ziou's  hill. 

4  They  go  from  ftrength  to  ftrength, 

Mhrough  this  dark  vale  of  tears. 
5  J  ill  each  arrives  at  length, 
3  i  ill  each  in  heav'n  appears, 

O  glorious  feat, 
When  God  our  King 
Shall  thither  bring 

Oui  willing  feet. 


PSALMS,  177 

P      A      V      $      E. 

5  To  fpend  one  facred  day, 

Where  God  and  faints  abide. 
Affords  diviner  joy 
Than  thoufand  days  befide  : 

Where  Godreforts, 
I  love  it  more 
To  keep  the  door 

Than  mine  in  courts* 

6  God  is  our  fun  and  fhield. 

Our  light  and  our  defence  : 
With  gifts  our  hands  are  fill'd, 
We  draw  our  bleffings  thence  ', 

He  mall  beftow 
On  Jacob's  race 
Peculiar  grace 
And  glory  too. 

7  The  Lord  his  people  loves  ; 

H<s  hand  no  good  withholds 

From  thofe  his  heart  approves, 

prom  pure  and  pious  fouls  \ 

Thrice  happy  he, 
O  God  of  hofts, 
Whofe  fpirit  trulls 
Alone  in  thee* 

PSALM  LXXXV.  ver.   \ ,— S.     Fir  ft  part. 

Long  Metre. 
Waiting  for  an  anfwer  to  prayer;  or,  Deliverance 

begun  and  completed. 
i    T     ORD,  thou  had  call'd  thy  grace  to  mind,\ 

JLj    Thou  halt  revered  our  heavy  doom  ; 
So  God  forgave  when  Ifrael  finn'd,' 

And  brought  his  //and'ring  captives  home. 


I78  PSALMS. 

2  Thou  haft  begun  to  fct  us.  free, 

And  made  thy  nerceft  wrath  abate  : 
Now  let  our  hearts  be  turn'd  to  thee, 
And  our  falvation  be  complete. 

3  Revive  our  dying  graces,  Lord,^ 

And  let  thy  faints  in  thee  rejoice  : 
Make  known  thy  truth,  fulfil  thy  word  ; 
We  wait  for  praife  to  tune  our  voice. 

4  We  wait  to  hear  what  God  will  fay  ; 

He'll  fpeak  and  give  his  people  peace  ; 
But  let  them  run  no  more  aftray, 
Left  his  returning  wrath  increafe. 

p  S  A  L  M  LXXXV.  ver.  9,  &V.  Second  part. 

Long  Metre. 

Salvation  by  -  Chrift. 

j    £«  ALVATION  is  forever  nigh 

^3     The  fouls  that  fear  and  truft  the  Lord ; 
And  grace,  defcending  from  on  high, 
Freih  hopes  of  glory  fliall  afford. 

%  Mercy  and  truth  on  earth  are  met, 

Since  Chrift  theLord  came  down  from  heav'ni 
By  his  obedience  fo  complete 

Juftice  is  pleas'd,  and  peace  is  giv'n. 

3  Now  truth  and  honour  (hall  abound 

Religion  dwell  on  earth  again, 
And  heavMy  influence  blefs  the  ground 
In  our  Redeemer's  gentler  reign. 

4  His  righteoufaefs  is  gone  before, 

To  give  us  free  accefs  to  Gad  \ 
Our  wand'ring  feet  fhall  ftray  no  more, 
JJut  irxavk  his  &eps,  and  keep  the  load. 


PSALMS.  179 

PSALM   LXXXVI.  ver.  8,-13.  Common 

Metre. 

A  general  fong  ofpraife  to  God. 

MONG  the  princes,  earthly  gods, 
There's  none  hath  pow'r  divine  j 
Nor  is  their  nature,  mighty  Lord, 
Nor  are  their  works  like  thine. 

2  The  nation?  thou  had  made  fhall  bring 

Their  ofi'rings  round  thy  throne; 
For  thou  alone  dolt  v/ondrous  things, 
For  thou  art  God  alone. 

3  Lord,  I  would  walk  with  holy  feet  ; 

Teach  me  thine  heav'nly  ways, 
And  all  my  wand'ring  thoughts  unite 
In  God  my  Father's  praiic. 

4  Great  is  thy  mercy,  and  my  tongue 

Shall  thofe  fweet  wonders  tell, 

How  by  thy  rrace  my  finking  foul 

'Role  from  the  deeps  of  hell. 

PSALM     LXXXVXL     Long  Metre. 

The  church  the  birth  place  of  the  faints  ;  or,  Jews 
and  Gentiles  united  in  the  Chripan  church. 

1  f^\  OD  in  his  earthly  temple  lays 

\jjf  Foundation  for  his  heavenly  praife  ; 
He  lik'd  the  tents  of  Jacob  well, 
But  dill  in  Zion  loves  to  dwell. 

2  His  mercy  vifits  every  houfe 

That  pay  their  night  and  morning  vows  ; 
But  makes  a  more  delightful  ftay, 
V7here  churches  meet  to  praife  and  pray* 


i8o  PSALMS. 

3  What  glories  were  defcrib'd  of  old  ? 
What  wonders  are  in  Zion  told  ? 
Thou  city  of  our  God  below, 

Thy  fame  (hall  Tyre  and  £gypt  know, 

4  Egypt  and  Tyre,  and  Greek  and  Jew, 
Shall  there  begin  their  lives  anew  : 
Angels  and  men  mall  join  to  fing 
The  hill  where  living  waters  fpring. 

5  When  God  makes  up  his  la  ft  account 
Of  natives  in  his  holy  mount, 
Twill  be  an  honour  to  appear 

As  one  new-born  and  nouriuYd  there. 

PSALM     LXXXVIII.     As  the  113th. 

Long  Metre. 

Lofs  of  friends,  and  abfence  of  divine  grace* 

1   jT^k  GOD  of  my  falvation,  hear 

\_/     My  nightly  groan,  my  daily  prayer* 

That  full  employ  my  wafting  breath  -y 
My.  foul,  declining  to  the  grave, 
Implores  thy  fov'reign  powT  to  fave 
From  dark  defpair  and  lading  death. 

1  Thy  wrath  lies  heavy  on  my  foul, 
And  wave*  of  forrow  o'er  me  roll, 

While  duft  and  filence  fpread  the  gloom: 
My  friends  belov'd  in  happier  days, 
The  dear  companions  of  my  ways, 
Defcend  around  me  to  the  tomb. 

3  As  loft  in  lonely  grief  I  tread 

The  mournful  manfions  of  the  dead, 
Or  to  fome  throng'd  aflembly  go  : 
Through  all  alike  I  rove  alone, 
While,  here  forgotten  there  unknown, 
The  change  renews  my  piercing  woe. 


PSALMS.  1S1 

4  And  why  will  God  negled  my  call  ? 
Or  who  (hall  profit  by  wiy  fail, 

When  life  departs  and  love  expires  ? 
Can  duit  and  darknefs  praife  the  Lord  ? 
Or  wake  or  brighten  at  his  word, 

And  tune  the  harp  with  heavenly  choirs  ? 

c  Yet,  thro'  each  melancholy  day, 
I've  pray'd  to  thee  and  dill  will  pray, 

Imploring  ftill  thy  kind  return- 
But  oh  !  my  friends,  my  comforts^  fled, 
And  all  my  kindred  of  the  dead 

Recall  my  wandering  thoughts  to  mourn. 

PSAL  M  LXXXIX.  Firft  Part.     Long  Metre, 
The  covenant  made  zvrth    Chrijl ;  or,    The   true 

David. 

i  T?OREVER  mall  my  fong  record 
f~/    The  truth  and  mercy  of  the  Lord  ; 

Mercy  and  truth  forever  (land, 

Like  heav'n  eftablimed  by  his  hand. 
2  Thus  to  his  Son  he  fware  ami  faid, 

"With  thee  rny  cov'nant  firil  is  made  ; 

«  In  thee  (hall  dying  (inners  live  ; 

"  Glory  and  grace  are  thine  to  give, 
*  "  Be  thou  my  prophet,  thou  my  prieft ; 

"  Thy  children  (hall  be  ever  blefs'd  ; 
«  Thou  art  my  chofcn  king,  thy  throne 
"  Shall  ftand  eternal  like  my  own. 
4  "  There's  none  of  all  my  fons  above 
"  So  much  my  image  or  my  love  ; 
"  Celeiiial  powers  thy  fubje&s  are, 
"  Then  what  can  earth  to  thee  compare  ! 
«  David,  my  fervant,  whom  I  chofe, 
"  To  guard  my  flock  to  crufh  my  foes  ; 
"  An&raisM  him  io  the  jewifh  throne, 
c<  Was  but  aihadow  of  my  ion." 


182  PSALMS. 

6  Now  let  the  church  rejoice  and  fing 
Jefus  her  faviour  and  her  king  : 
Angels  his  heavenly  wonders  ihow, 
And  faints  declare  his  works  below. 

PSALM  LXXXIX.  Firft  part.  Common  Metre, 
The  faitbfulnefs  of  God. 

1  \/FY   never-ceafing  fong  fcall  Ihow 
JLVA  The  mercies  of  the  Lord  ; 

And  make  fucceeding  ages  know 

How  faithful  is  his  word. 

2  Thafacred  truths  his  lips  pronounce 
Shall  firm  as  heaven  endure  ; 

And  if  he  fpeak  a  promife  once, 
TV  eternal  grace  is  fure. 

3  How  long  the  race  of  David  held 
The  promis'd  Jewifh  throne  ! 

But  there's  a  nobler  covenant  feaPd 
To  David's  greater  fon. 

4  His  feed  forever  mail  poffefs 
A  throne  above  the  fkies  ; 

The  meanefl  fubje&s  of  his  grace 
Shall  to  that  glory  rife. 

5  Lord  God  of  hofts,  thy  wondrous  ways 
Are  fung  by  faints  above  ; 

And  faints  on  earth  their  honours  raife 
To  thy  unchanging  love. 

PSALM  LXXXIX.  ver.  7,  &£   Second  part. 

Common  Metre. 

The  power  and  majefty  of God  ;  or,  reverential 

'wcrfhip, 

1  ~\KTr)rtl  ^Verehcie iet  *«  feints  appear, 

V  '$      And  bow  before  the  Lord, 
His  high  commands  with  reverence  hear, 

And  titm'Je  at  his  worer 


P     S     A    L     M     S.  183 

2  How  terrible  thy  glories  rife  ! 

How  bright  thine  armies  mine  ! 
Where  is  the  power  with  thee  that  vies, 
Or  truth  compar'd  with  thine  ? 

3  The  northern  pole  and  fouthern  reft 

On  thy  fupporting  hand  ; 
Darknefs  and  day  from  eaft  to  weft 
Move  round  at  thy  command. 

4  Thy  words  the  raging  winds  controul, 

And  rule  the  boiiterous  deep  ;  r 
Thou  mak'ft  the  fleeping  billows  roll, 
The  rolling  billows  fleep. 

5  Heaven,  earth,  and  air,  and  fea  are  thine, 

And  the  dark  world  of  hell ; 
They  faw  thine  arm  in  vengeance  mine    . 
When  Egypt  durft  rebel. 

6  Juftice  and  judgment  are  thy  throne, 

Yet  wondrous  is  thy  grace  !  ^ 
While  truth  and  mercy  join'd  in  one, 
Invite  us  near  thy  face. 

PSALM    LXXXIX.  ver.   15,  &c.  Third  part. 

Common    Metre. 

A   blefed  go/pel. 

1  T?  LESS,]D  are  tne  foul3  who  near  and  know 

O     The  gofpel's  joyful  found  ! 
Peace  fball  attend  the  paths  they  go, 
And  light  their  fteps  furround. 

2  Their  joy  (hall  bear  their  fpirits  up 

Thro'' their  Redeemer's  name  ; 

His  righteoufnefs,  exalts  their  hope. 

And  fills  their  foes  with  ihame. 

3  The  Lord  our  glory  and  defence 

Strength  and  falvation  gives ; 
IlYael,  thy  king  forever  reigns, 
Thy  God  forever  lives. 


184  PSALMS. 

PSALM  LXXXIX.  ver.  19,  &V.  Fourth  part. 
Common  Metre. 

Chrift's  mediatorial  kingdom ;  or,  His  divine  and 
human  nature* 

1  T_  j"EAR  what  the  Lord  in  vifion  faid, 
X  JL     And  made  his  mercies  known : 
"  Sinners,  behold,  your  help  is  laid 

"  On  my  almighty  fon. 

2  cc  Behold  the  man  my  wifdom  chofe 

u  Among  your  mortal  race : 
cc  His  head  my  holy  oil  o'erflows, 
cc  With  full  fupplies  of  grace. 

3  "  High  fhall  he  reign  on  David's  throne, 

"  My  people's  better  king  ; 
"  My  arms  mail  beat  his  rivals  down, 
"  And  (till  new  fubjects  bring. 

4 .."  My  truth  fhall  guard  him  in  his  way 
"  With  mercy  by  his  fide  ; 
"  While  in  my  name  o'er  earth  and  fea 
"  He  fhall  in  triumph  ride. 

5  "  Me  for  his  father  and  his  God, 

"  He  fhall  forever  own, 
"  Call  me  his  rock,  his  high  abode, 
"  And  I'll  fupport  my  fon. 

6  "  My  nrd-born  fon  array'd  in  grace, 

".At  my  right  hand  fhall  fit, 
<c  Beneath  him  angels  know  their  place, 
"  And  monarchs  at  his  feet. 

7  "  My  covenant  flands  forever  fail, 

"  My  prornifes  are  ftrong  : 
"  Firm  as  the  heavens  his  throne  fhall  lait, 
u  His  feed  endure  as  long." 


PSALMS.  185 

PSALM    LXXXIX.  ver.  30,  Zsfc.  Fifth  part. 

Common  Metre. 

The  covenant  of  grace  unchangeable,  or,  Affliction 
without  rejection, 

1  "  ^k7*ET,"  faith  the  Lord,  "  if  David's  race, 

X        "  The  children  of  my  fon, 
u  Should  break  my  laws,  abufe  my  grace 
u  And  tempt  mine  anger  down  ; 

2  "  Their  fms  I'll  vifit  with  the  red, 

"  And  make  their  folly  fmart ; 
"  But  I'll  not  ceafe  to  be  their  God, 
u  Nor  from  my  truth  depart. 

3  "  My  covenant  I  will  ne'er  revoke, 

"  But  keep  my  grace  in  mind  ; 
cc  And  what  my  love  eternal  fpeke, 
"  Eternal  truth  mall  bind. 

4  "  Once  have  I  fworn,  (I  need  no  more) 

ci  And  pledg'd  my  holinefs, 
"  To  feal  the  facred  promife  fure 
u  To  David  and  his  race. 

5  "  The  fun  ihall  fee  his  offspring  rife 

"  And  fpread  from  fea  to  fea, 
"  Long  as  he  travels  round  the  fides 
"  To  give  the  nations  day. 

6  "  Sure  as  the  moon  that  rules  the  night 

"  His  kingdom  mall  endure, 
"  'Till  thefix'd  laws  of  made  and  light 
"  Shall  be  obferv'd  no  more." 


i86  PSALMS. 

PSALM    LXXXIX.  ver.  47,  &c.  Sixth  part. 
Long  Metre. 
Mortality  and  hope, 
A  Funeral  Pfalm. 
1    T)  EMEMBER,  Lord,  our  mortal  ftate, 
£\,     How  frail  our  life,  how  fhort  our  date  I 
Were  is  the  man  that  draws  his  breath 
Safe  from  difeafe,  fecure  from  death. 
1  Lord,  while  we  fee  whole  nations  die, 
Our  rlefh  and  ftrength  repine  and  cry, 
6C  Mult  death  forever  rage  and  reign  ! 
<c  Or  hail  thou  made  mankind  in  vain? 

3  "  Where  is  thy  promife  to  the  juft  ? 

"  Are  not  thy  fervants  turn'd  to  dull  ?" 
But  faith  forbids  thefe  mournful  fighs, 
And  fees  the  ileeping  dull  arife. 

4  That  glorious  hour,  that  dreadful  day, 
Wipes  the  reproach  of  faints  away, 
And  clears  the  honour  of  thy  word  ; 
Awake,  our  fouls,  and  blefs  the  Lord. 

PSALM    LXXXIX.  ver.  47,  &V.    Laft  part. 

As  the  11 3th  Pfalm. 

Life,  death,  and  the  refurreftion. 
1   npHINK,  mighty  God,  on  feeble  man, 

How  few  his  hours,  mow  fhort  his  fpan  ! 
Short  from  the  cradle  to  the  grave  : 
Who  can  fecure  his  vital  breath 
Againft  the  bold  demands  of  death, 
"With  {kill  to  fly,  or  pWr  to  fave  ?  . 
Cl  Lord,  mall  it  be  forever  faid, 
"  The  race  of  man  was  only  made 

"  For  ficknefs,  forrow  and  the  dud  ?" 
Are  not  thy  fervants  day  by  day, 
Sent  to  their  graves  and  turn'd  to  clay  ? 
Lord,  where's  thy  kindnefs  to  the  juft  I 


PSALMS.  187 

Haft  thou  not  promis'd  to  thy  fon, 
And  all  his  feed,  a  heavenly  crown  ? 

But  flefh  and  fenfe  indulge  defpair  ; 
Forever  bleffed  be  the  Lord, 
That  faith  can  read  his  holy  word, 

And  find  a  refurredion  there. 

Forever  bleffed  be  the  Lord, 

Who  gives  his  faints  a  long  reward,  ^ 

For  all  their  toil,  reproach  and  pain  ; 
Let  all  below,  and  all  above, 
Join  to  proclaim  thy  wondrous  love, 

And  each  repeat  their  loud  Amen. 

PSALM     XC.    Long  Metre. 
Man  mortal,  and  God  eternal 
A  mournful  fong  at  a  funeral. 

1  HpHRO'  ev'ry  age,  eternal  God, 

Thou  art  our  reft,  our  fafe  abode  ; 
High  was  thy  throne,  ere  heav'n .was  jnade, 
Or  earth  thy  humble  footftool  laid. 

a  Long  hadft  thou  reign'd  ere  time  began, 
Or  duft  was  falhion'd  into  man  ; 
And  long  thy  kingdom  (hall  endure 
When  earth  and  time  fhall  be  no  more.'5 

3  But  man,  weSk  man,  is  born  to  die, 
Made  up  of  guilt  and  vanity  : 

Thy  dreadful  fentence,  Lord,  wasjuft, 
"  Return  ye  finners,  to  your  dufl." 

4  [A  thoufand  of  our  years  amount 
Scarce  to  a  day  in  thine  account, 
Like  y eft er day's  departed  light : 
Or  the  laft  watch  of  ending  night.] 

Q.2 


i88  PSALM    S. 


u 


5  [Death,  like  an  overflowing  dream, 
Sweeps  us  away  ;  our  life's  a  dream : 
An  empty  tale  ;  a  morning  flower, 
Cut  down  and  wither'd  in  an  hour.] 

6  [Our  age  to  feventy  years  is  fet ; 
How  fhort  the  time !  how  frail  the  flate  ! 
And  if  to  eighty  we  arrive, 
We  rather  figh,  and  groan  than  live. 

7  But  oh  how  oft  thy  wrath  appears, 
And  cuts  off  our  expected  years  ! 
Thy  wrath  awakes  our  humble  dread  ! 
We  fear,  the  power  that  ftrikes  us  dead.] 

8  Teach  us,  O  Lord,  how  frail  is  man  ; 
And  kindly  lengthen  out  the  fpan, 
''Till  a  wife  care  of  piety 

Fit  us  to  die,  and  dwell  with  thee. 

PSAJ.M  XC.  ver.  1,-5.  Firft  part.  Common 
Metre. 

Man  frail \  and  God  eternal. 

1  /*~\UR  God,  our  help  in  ages  paft, 
\^Jf  Our  hope  for  years  to  come, 
Our  fhelter  from  the  ftormy  blaft, 

And  our  eternal  home. 

2  Beneath  the  fhadow  of  thy  throne 

Thy  faints  have  dwelt  fecure  ; 
Sufficient  is  thine  arm  alone, 
And  my  defence  is  fure. 

3  Before  the  hills  in  order  flood, 

Or  earth  receiv'd  her  frame, 
From  everlafting  thou  art  God, 
To  endlefs  years  the  fame. 


P     S     A    L     M     S.  189 

Thy  word  commands  our  flefti^to  duft, 

11  Return,  yefons  of  men  ;" 
All  nations  rofe  from  earth  at  firft, 
And  turn  to  earth  again. 
;  A  thoufand  ages  in  thy  fight 
Are  like  an  evening  gone  ; 
Short  as  the  watch  that  ends  the  night 
Before  the  rifmg  dawn. 
>  [Thebufy  tribes  of  fiefh  and  blood, 
With  all  their  lives  and  cares, 
Are  carried  downwards  by  the  flood, 
And  loft  in  following  years. 

7  Time,  like  an  ever- rolling  ftream, 

Bears  all  its  fons  away, 
They  fly,  forgotten,  as  a  dream 
Die  at  the  opening  day. 

8  Like  flowery  fields  the  nations  (land 

Pleas'd  with  the  morning  light  ; 
The  flowers  beneath  the  mower's  hand 
Lie  withering  ere  'tis  night.] 
0  Our  God,  our  help  in  ages  pad. 
Our  hope  for  years  to  come, 
Be  thou  our  guard  while  troubles  lait, 
And  our  eternal  home. 
PSALM  XC.  ver.  8,  11,  2,  10,  12.  Second  part. 
Common  Metre, 

Infirmities  and  mortality  the  effed  of  Jin  ;  or,  Life, 
old  age,  and  preparation  for  death. 

1   TT     ORD,  if  thine  eyes  furvey  our  faults, 
I  j     And  juftice  grows  fevere, 
Thy  dreadful  wrath  exceeds  our  thoughts, 
And  burns  beyond  our  fear. 


190  PSALMS. 

2  Thine  anger  turns  our  frame  to  duft  ; 

By  one  offence  to  thee, 
Adam,  with  all  his  fons   have  loft 
Their  immortality. 

3  Life,  like  a  vain  amufement  flies, 

A  fable  or  a  fong  ; 
By  fwift  degrees  our  nature  dies, 
Nor  can  our  joys  be  long. 

4  'Tis  but  a  few  whofe  days  amount 

To  threefcore  years  and  ten  ; 
And  all  beyond  that  fhort  account 
Is  forrow,  toil  and  pain, 
£5  Our  vitals  with  laborious  ftrife 
Bear  up  the  crazy  load, 
And  drag  thefe  poor  remains  of  life 
Along  the  tirefome  road.] 
6  Almighty  God,  reveal  thy  love, 
And  not  thy  wrath  alone  : 
O  let  our  fweet  experience  prove 
The  mercies  of  thy  throne. 
j  Our  fouls  would  learn  the  heav'nly  art 
T'  improve  the  hours  we  have, 
That  we  may  act  the  wifer  part, 
And  live  beyond  the  grave. 

PSALM   XC.     ver.  13,  &rV.     Third  part. 
Common  Metre. 
Breathing  after  Heaven* 

1  "O  ETURN,  O  God  of  love,  return  ; 
JLV     Earth  is  a  tirefome  place  ; 
How  long  mall  we  thy  children  mourn 

Our  abfence  from  thy  face  ? 

2  Let  heaven  fucceed  our  painful  years, 

Let  fin  and  forrow  ceafe, 
And  in  proportion  to  our  tears 
So  make  our  joys  incrcafe. 


PSALMS.  191 

3  Thy  wonders  to  thy  fervants  fhow, 

Make  thy  own  work  complete  ; 
Then  fhall  our  fouls  thy  glory  know, 
And  own  thy  love  was  great. 

4  Then  fhall  we  fhine  before  thy  throne 

In  all  thy  beauty,  Lord  : 
And  the  poor  fervice  we  have  done 
Meet  a  divine  reward. 

PSALM    XC.   ver.  5,  10,  12.    Short  Metre, 

The  frailty  and fhortnefs  of  life. 

ORD,  what  a  feeble  piece 
Is  this  our  mortal  frame  I 
Our  life  !  how  poor  a  trifle  'tis, 
That  fcarce  deferves  the  name  ! 

2  Alas,  the  brittle  clay 

That  built  our  body  firfl  ! 
And  every  month,  and  every  day, 
'Tis  moulding  back  to  duft. 

3  Our  moments  fly  apace, 

Our  feeble  pow'rs  decay, 
Swift  as  a  flood  our  hafty  days 
Are  fweeping  us  away. 

4  Yet  if  our  days  mud  fly, 

We'll  keep  their  end  in  fight, 
We'll  fpend  them  all  in  wifdom's  way, 
And  let  them  fpeed  their  flight. 

5  They'll  waft  us  fooner  o'er 

This  life's  tempeftuous  fea  ; 
Soon  we  fhall  reach  the  peaceful  fhore 
Of  blefs'd  eternity. 


192  P    S     A    L     M    S. 

PSALM  XCI.  ver  i,— 7.  Firfl  part.  Long  Metre 
Safety  in  public  difeafes  and  dangers. 

1  T  TE  that  hath  made  his  refuge  God, 
JL  JL  Shall  find  a  moft  fecure  abode  ; 
Shall  walk  all  day  beneath  his  fhade, 
And  there  at  night  fhall  reft  his  head. 

2  Then  will  I  fay,  "my  God,  thy  power 
"  Shall  be  my  fortrefs  and  my  tower  : 
"  I  that  am  form'd  of  feeble  duft 

"  Make  thine  almighty  arm  my  trufl." 

3  Thrice  happy  man  !  thy  maker's  care 
Shall  keep  thee  from  the  fowler's  fnare  ; 
From  Satan's  wiles,  who  ftill  feetrays 
Unguarded  fouls  a  thoufand  ways. 

4  Juft  as  a  hen  protects  her  brood, 

From  birds  of  prey  that  feek  their  blood, 
The  Lord  his  faithful  faints  fhall  guard, 
And  endlefs  life  be  their  reward. 

5  If  burning  beams  of  noon  confpire 
To  dart  a  peftilential  fire  ; 

God  is  their  life,  his  wings  are  fpread 
To  fhield  them  with  an  healthful  fhade. 

6  If  vapours  with  malignant  breath 

s   Rife  thick,  and  fcatter  midnight  death, 
Ifrael  is  fafe,  the  poifon'd  air 
Grows  pure,  if  Ifraels'  God  be  there. 

PAUSE. 

7  What  though  a  thoufand,  at  thy  fide, 
Around  thy  path,  ten  thoufand  died, 
Thy  God  his  chofen  people  faves 
Amongft  the  dead,  amidft  the  graves. 

8  So  when  he  fent  his  angel  down 

To  make  his  wrath  in  Egypt  known, 
And  flew  their  fons  his  careful  eye 
Pad  all  the  doors  of  Jacob  by. 


PSALMS.  I93 

9  But  if  the  fire,  or  plague,   or  fword, 
Receive  commiffion  from  the  Lord, 
To  flrike  his  faints  among  the  reft, 
Their  very  pains  and  deaths  are  blefs'd, 

to  The  fword,  the  peftilence,  or  fire, 
Shall  but  fulfil  their  beft  defire ; 
From  fins  and  forrows  fet  them  free, 
And  bring  thy  children,  Lord,  to  thee. 

PSALM  XCI.  ver.  9,-16.  Second  part. 

Common  Metre, 

Protection  from  death,  guard  of  angels ,   viclory,  and 
deliverance. 

1  ""^7*E  fons  of  men,  a  feeble  race, 

Expos'd  to  ev'ry  fnare, 
Come  make  the  Lord  your  dwelling  place, 
And  try  and  truft  his  care. 

2  No  ill  fhall  enter  where  you  dwell j 

Or  if  the  plague  come  nigh, 
And  fweep  the  wicked  down  to  hell, 
'Twill  raife  the  faints  on  high. 

3  He'll  give  his  angels  charge  to  keep 

Your  feet  in  all  the  ways  ; 
To  watch  your  pillow  while  you  fleep, 
And  guard  your  happy  days. 

4  Their  hands  fhall  bear  you  left  you  fall 

And  dafh  againft  the  ftones  : 

Are  they  not  fervants  at  his  call, 

And  fent  t'.  attend  his  fons  ? 

5  Adders  and  lions  ye  mall  tread ; 

The  tempter's  wiles  defeat ; 
He  that  hath  bruis'd  the  ferpc nil's  head 
Puts  him  beneath  vour  feet. 


iQ4  PSALMS. 

6  "  Becaufe  on  me  they  fet  their  love, 
"  1*11  fave  them,"  faith  the  Lord  ; 
"  I'll  bear  their  joyful  fouls  above 
"  Deftru&ion  and  the  fword. 

y  "  My  grace  mail  anfwer  when  they  call, 
"  In  trouble  I'll  be  nigh  : 
"  My  power  (hall  help  them  when  they  fall, 
*  And  raife  them  when  they  die. 
8  "  Thofe  that  on  earth  my  name  have  known, 
"  I  honour  will  in  heav'n ; 
w  There  my  falvation  fhall  be  mown, 
M  And  endlefs  life  be  giv'n." 

F  S  A  L  M  XCII.     Firft  part.     Long  Metre. 

A  pf aim  for  the  Lord's  day. 

I  QWEET  is  the  work,  my  God,  my  king, 
ij)  To  praife  thy  name,  give  thanks,  and  fing, 
To  fhew  thy  love  by  morning  light, 
And  talk  of  all  thy  truth  at  night. 

s  Sweet  is  the  day  of  facred  reft, 

No  mortal  care  fhall  feize  my  breaft, 
Oh  may  my  heart  in  tune  be  found, 
Like  David's  harp  of  folemn  found. 

3  My  heart  fhall  triumph  in  my  Lord, 
And  blefs  his  works,  and  blefs  his  word  ; 
Thy  works  of  grace,  how  bright  they  mine  ! 
How  deep  thy  counfels  !  how  divine  ! 

4  Fools  never  raife  their  thoughts  fo  high  ; 
Like  brutes  they  live,  like  brutes  they  die  \ 
Like  grafs  they  flourifn,  'till  thy  breath 
Blaft  them  in  everlafting  death. 

5  Bat  I  fltall  mare  a  glorious  part, 

When  grace  hath  well  rcim'd  my  heart, 
And  freih  fupplies  of  joy  are  (bed, 
Like  holy  oil,  to  cheer  ivy  head. 


PSALMS.  ioj 

6  Sin,  (my  word  enemy  before) 

Shall  vex  my  eyes  and  ears  no  more  : 
My  inward  foes  fhall  all  be  flain, 
Nor  Satan  break  my  peace  again, 

7  Then  (hall  I  fee,  and  hear,  and  know 
All  I  defir'd,  or  wifh'd  below  ; 
And  ev'ry -power  find  fweet  employ 
In  that  eternal  world  of  joy. 

PSALM  XCII.    ver.   12.   &c.     Second  part. 
Long  Metre. 

The  church  is  the  garden  of  God. 

1  T     ORD,  'tis  a  pleafant  thing  to  Hand 
JLj  In  gardens  planted  by  thine  hand 
Let  me  within  thy  courts  be  feen 

Like  a  young  cedar  frefh  and  green. 

2  There  grow  thy  faints  in  faith  and  love, 
Blefs'd  with  thine  influence  from  above  j 
Not  Lebanon  with  all  its  trees, 

Yields  fuch  a  comely  fight  as  thefe. 

3  The  plants  of  grace  fhall  ever  live  ; 
(Nature  decays,  but  grace  mud:  thrive) 
Time,  that  doth  all  things  elfe  impair, 
Still  makes  them  flourifh  flrong  and  fair. 

4  Laden  with  fruits  of  age  they  mew 
The  Lord  is  holy  jufl  and  true  j 
None  that  attend  his  gates  fhall  find 
A  God  unfaithful  or  unkind. 

TSAL  M  XCIIL     Firft  Metre.     As  the  100th 

Pfalm. 

The,  eternal  and  fovereign  God. 

1    TEHOVAH  reigns  :  he  dwells  in  light, 
J    Girded  with  majefly  and  might : 
"The  world  created  by  his  hands 
Still  on  its  firft  foundation  ftands. 
R 


i96     .  P     S    -A     L     M     S. 

2  But  ere  this  fpacious  world  was  made, 
Or  had  its  firft  foundation  laid, 

Thy  throne  eternal  ages  ftood, 
Thyfelf  the  ever-living   God. 

3  Like  floods  the  angry  nations  rife, 
And  aim  their  rage  againft  the  ikies  ; 
Vain  floods,  that  aim  their  rage  fo  high  ! 
At  thy  rebuke  the  billows  die. 

4  Forever  fhall  thy  throne  endure  ; 
'Thy  promife  (lands  forever  fure  : 
And  everlafting  holinefs 
Becomes  the  dwellings  of  thy  grace. 

PSALM  XCIII.     Second  Metre.     As  the  old 
50th  Pfalm. 

j  npHE  Lord  of  glory  reigns,  he  reigns  on  high ; 
J_     His  robes  of  (late  are  ftrength  and  majefty  j 
This  wide  creation  rofe  at  his  command, 
Built  by  his  word,  eftablifh'd  by  his  hand  : 
Long  ftood  his  throne,  ere  he  began  creation, 

r    And  his  own  Godhead  is  the  firm  foundation. 

2  God  is  tV  eternal  king  ;  thy  foes  in  vain 
llaife  their  rebellions  to  confound  thy  reign  ; 
In  vain  the  florins,  in  vain  the  floods  arife^ 
And  roar,  and  tofs  their  waves  againft  the  Ikies ; 
Foaming  at  heav'n,    they  rage  with  wild  com- 
motion, 
But   heav'n's   high  arches  fcorn  the   fwelling 
ocean. 
-  Ye  tempefts,  rage  no  more  ;  ye  floods,  be  frill  j 
>:>  And  thou,  mad  world,  fubmiffive  to  his  will  : 
Built  on  his  truth  his  church  mull  ever  ftand  ; 
Firm  are  his  promifes,  and  ftrong  his  hand  j  ^ 
See  his  own  ions,  when  they  appear  before  him, 
Bow  at  his  footftool,  and  with  fear  adore  him. 


PSALMS.  197 

SAL  M     XCIIL      Third  Metre.  As  the  old 
12 2d  Piaim. 

1    npxiE  Lord  Jehovah  reigns, 

And  royal  date  maintains, 
His  head  with  awful  glories  crown'd  ; 

Array'd  in  robes  of  light. 

Begirt  with  fov'reign  might, 
And  rays  of  majefly  around. 

2  Upheld  by  thy  commands 
The  world  iecurely  (lands. 

And  ikies  and  ftars  obey  thy  word  ; 

Thy  throne  was  fix'd  on  high 

Ere  ftars  adorn'd  the  iky  ; 
Eternal  is  thy  kingdom,  Lord. 

3  In  vain  the  noify  croud, 
Like  billows  fierce  and  loud, 

Againfl  thine  empire  rage  and  roar  ; 

In  vain  with  angry  fpite 

The  furly  nations  fight, 
And  dam  like  waves  againft  the  more. 

4  Let  floods  and  nations  rage, 
And  all  their  power  engage, 

Let  fwelling  tides  affault  the  iky  \ 
The  terrors  of  thy  frown 
Shall  beat  their  madnefs  down  ; 

Thy  throne  forever  (lands  on  high. 

5  Thy  promifes  are  true, 
Thy  grace  is  ever  new, 

There  fix'd  thy  church  (hall  ne'er  remove  ; 

Thy  faints  with  holy  fear 

Shall  in  thy  courts  appear, 
And  fing  thine  everlailing  love. 

Repeat  the  fourth  Jianza  to  complete  the  tune. 


198  P     S     A    L     M     &. 

PSALM  XCIV.  ver.  i,  2,  7,-14.  Firft  part, 

Common  Metre. 

Saints  chaftlfed,  and  firmer  5  defiroyed ;  or,  Infiruc- 
tive  afflictions. 

1  f~\  God  !  to  whom  revenge  belongs, 
%^J     Proclaim  thy  wrath  aloud  ; 

Let  fovereign  power  redrefs  our  wrongs, 
Let  juftice.  fmite  the  proud. 

2  They  fay,  "  The  Lord  nor  fees  nor  hears :"' 

When  will  the  vain  be  wife  ; 
Can  he  be  deaf,  who  form'd  their  ears  ? 
Or  blind  who  made  their  eyes  ? 

3  He  knows  their  impious  thoughts  are  vain, 

And  they  fhall  feel  his  power  : 
His  wrath  fhall  pierce  their  fouls  with  pain 
In  fome  furprifing  hour. 

4  But  if  thy  faints  deferve  rebuke, 

Thou  haft  a  gentler  rod  ; 
Thy  providence,  thy  facred  book 
Shall  make  them  know  their  God. 

5  Bled  is  the  man  thy  hands  chaftife, 

And  to  his  duty  draw  ; 
Thy  fcourges  make  thy  children  wife 
When  they  forget  thy  law. 

6  But  God  will  ne'er  caft  off  his  faints, 

Nor  his  own  promife  break  ; 
He  pardons  his  inheritance 
For  their  Redeemer's  fake. 


PSALMS,  199 

PSALM    XCIV.  ver.   16,-23.  Second  part, 

Common   Metre. 

God  our  fupport  and  comfort ;  or,  Deliverance  from 
temptation  and  perfecution. 

1  ^T\  7HO  will  arife  and  plead  my  right 

\V      Againft  my  numerous  foes  ? 
While  earth  and  hell  their  force  unite, 
And  all  my  hopes  oppofe. 

2  Had  not  the  Lord,  my  rock,  my  help, 

Suftain'd  my  fainting  head,- 
My  life  had  now  in  filence  dwelt, 
My  foul  amongft  the  dead. 

3  "  Alas!  my -Aiding  feet!"  I  cry'd, 

Thy  promife  bore  me  up  : 
Thy  grace  flood  conftant  by  my  fide, 
And  rais'd  my  finking  hope. 

4  While  multitudes  of  mournful  thoughts 

Within  my  bofom  roll, 
Thy  boundlefs  love  forgives  my  faults. 
Thy  comforts  cheer  my  foul. 

5  Powers  of  iniquity  may  rife, 

And  frame  pernicious  laws  : 
But  God  my  refuge  rules  the  Ikies, 
He  will  defend  my  caufe. 

6  Let  malice  vent  her  rage  aloud, 

Let  bold  blafphemers  feoff  \ 
The  Lord  our  God  mall  judge  the  proud, 
And  cut  the  fmners  off. 

PSALM     XCV.     .Common  Metre, 

A  pfahn  before  prayer. 

1   OING  to  the  Lord  Jehovah's  name, 
k3     And  in  his  ftrength  rejoice  ; 
When  his  falvation  is  our-  theme, 
Exalted  be  our  voice. 
R  2 


soo  P     S     A     L     M     S. 

2  With  thanks  approach  his  awful  fight, 

And  pfalms  of  honour  fing  : 
The  Lord's  a  God  of  boundlefs  might, 
The  whole  creation's  king. 

3  Let  princes  hear,  let  angels  know 

How  mean  their  natures  feem, 
Thofe  gods  on  high,  and  gods  below, 
When  once  comp^r'd  with  him. 

4  Earth,  with  its  caverns  dark  and  deep, 

Lies  in  his  fpacious  hand  ; 
He  fix'd  the  feas  what  bounds  to  keep. 
And  where  the  hills  mud  (land. 

5  Come,  and  with  humble  fouls  adore. 

Come,  kneel  before  his  face  ; 
O  may  the  creatures  of  his  power 
Be  children  of  his  grace. 

6  Now  is  the  time,  he  bends  his  ear, 

And  waits  for  your  requefl  ; 
Come,  left  he  roufe  his  wrath,  and  fwear, 
"  Ye  mall  not  fee  my  reft." 

PSALM     XCV.      Short  Metre. 

A  pfalm  before  fermon. 

i    /f^OME,  found  his  praife  abroad, 
\^A     And  hymns  of  glory  fing  : 
Jehovah  is  the  fov'reign  God, 
The  univerfal  king. 
z  He  form'd  the  deeps  unknown  : 
He  gave  the  feas  their  bound  ; 
The  wat'ry  worlds  are  all  his  own, 
And  all  the  folid  ground. 
3  Come,  worfhip  at  his  throne, 
Come,  bow  before  the  Lord  ; 
We  are  his  works,  and  not  our  own  : 
He  form'd  us  by  his  word. 


PSALMS.  2qi 

4  To  day  attend  his  voice, 

Nor  dare  provoke  his  rod  : 
Come,  like  the  people  of  his  choice, 
And  own  your  gracious  God. 

5  But  if  your  ears  refufe 

The  language  of  his  grace, 
And  hearts  grow  hard,  like  ltubborn  Jews, 
That  unbelieving  race — 

6  The  Lord,  in  vengence  drefs'd, 

Will  lift  his  hand  and  fwear, 
"  You  that  defpife  my  promis'd  reft, 
"  Shall  have  no  portion  there." 

PSALM     XCV.     ver.     i,    2,    3,     6— 11. 
Long     Metre. 

Canaan  loft  through  unbelief :  or,  a  warning  to   de- 
laying Jinners. 

1   ^T^lOME,  let  your  voices  join  to  raife 
%^A     A  facred  long  of  folemn  praife  : 
God  is  a  fovereign  King  :  rehearfe 
His  honour  in  exalted  verfe. 

1  Come,  let  our  fouls  addrefs  the  Lord, 
Who  fram'd  our  natures  with  his  word, 
He  is  our  mepherd  ;   we  the  fheep 
His  mercy  chofe,  his  paftures  keep. 

3  Come  let  us  hear  his  voice  to-day, 
The  counfels  of  his  love  obey, 
Nor  let  our  hardened  hearts  renew 
The  fins  and  plagues  that  Ifrael  knew, 

4  Ifrael,  that  faw  his  works  of  grace, 
Yet  tempt  their  maker  to  his  face  > 
A  faithlefs  unbelieving  brood, 
That  tir'd  the  patience  of  their  God. 


ao2  PSALMS. 

5  Thus  faith  the  Lord,  "  How  falfe  they  prove  ? 
"  Forget  my  power,  abufe  my  love  ; 

"  Since  they  defpife  my  reft  I  fwear, 
"  Their  feet  fhall  never  enter  there. " 

6  [Look  back,  my  foul,  with  holy  dread, 
And  view  thofe  ancient  rebels  dead, 
Attend  the  ofter'd  grace  to  day, 

Nor  lofe  the  bleflings  by  delay. 

7  Seize  the  kind  promife  while  it  waits, 
And  march  to  Zion's  heavenly  gates  ; 
Believe,  and  take  the  promis'd  reft  ; 
Obey,  and  be  forever  blefs'd.] 

PSALM     XCVI.  ver.  2,  10,  &c.  Common 
Metre. 

Chrifisfirft  andfecond  coming. 

1  CJING-to  the  Lord,  ye  diftant  lands, 
^     Ye  tribes  of  every  tongue  ; 

His  new  difcovered  grace  demands 
A  new  and  nobler  long. 

2  Say  to  the  nations,  Jefus  reigns, 

God's  own  almighty  Son  : 
His  power  the  linking  world  fuftains, 
And  grace  furrounds  his  throne. 

3  Let  heav'n  proclaim  the  joyful  day, 

Joy  through  the  earth  be  feen  ; 
Let  cities  mine  in  bright  array, 
And  fields  in  cheerful  green. 

4  The  joyous  earth,  the  bending  ikies 

His  glorious  train  difpjay  ; 
Ye  mountains  fink,  ye  valleys  rife, 
Prepare  the  Lord  his  way. 

5  Behold  he  comes,  he  comes  to  blefs 

The  nations  as  their  God  ; 
To  (hew  the  world  his  righteoufnefs, 
And  fend  his  truth  abroad. 


P     S     A     L    "M     S.  203 

6  His  voice  (hall  raife  the  numbering  dead, 
And  bid  the  world  draw  near  ; 
But  how  will  guilty  nations  dread 
To  fee- their  judge  appear  I 

PSALM     XCVIL     As  the  113th  Pfahg. 

The  God  of  the  Gentiles. 

1  "F    ET  all  the  earth  their  voices  raife, 

I  j     To  fing  the  choiceft  pialm  of  praife, 

To  fing  and  blefs  Jehovah's  name  ; 
His  glory  let  the  heathen  know, 
.  His  wonders  to  the  nations  mow, 
And  all  his  faving  works  proclaim* 

2  The  heathens  know  thy  glory,  Lord, 
The  wond'ring  nations  read  thy  word,  - 

But  here  Jehovah's  name  is  known; 
Nor  mall  our  worfhip  e'er  be  paid 
To  gods  which  mortal  hands  have  made  ; 

Our  maker  is  our  God  alone. 

2  He  fram'd  the  globe,  he  built  the  Iky, 
He  made  the  mining  worlds  on  high, 

And  reigns  complete  in  glory  there  j 
His  beams  are  majefty  and  light ; 
His  beauties  how  divinely  bright ! 

His  temple  how  divinely  fair ! 

4  Come  the  great  day,  the  glorious  hour, 
When  the  earth  mail  feel  his  faving  power, 

And  barb'rous  natious  fear  his  name  : 
Then  fhall  the  race  of  men  confefs 
The  beauty  of  his  holinefs, 

And  in  his  courts  his  grace  proclaim. 


2o4  PSALM     S. 

PSALM     XCVII.  ver.   i,— 5.      Firfl  part. 

Long    Metre. 
Chrift  reigning  in  heaven ,  and  coming  to  judgment. 

1  TTE  reigns  »  the  Lord,  the  Saviour  reigns ! 
JL  JL     Praife  him  in  evangelic  (trains  : 

Let  the  whole  earth  in  fongs  rejoice, 
And  diflant  iflands  join  their  voice. 

2  Deep  are  his  counfels  and  unknown ; 
But  grace  and  truth  fupport  his  throne  : 
Tho'  gloomy  clouds  his  ways  furround, 
Juftice  is  their  eternal  ground. 

3  In  robes  of  judgment,  lo,  he  comes, 
Shakes  the  wide  earth,  and  cleaves  the  tombs  \ 
Before  him  burns  devouring  fire, 

The  mountains  melt,  the  feas  retire. 

4  His  enemies,  with  fore  difmay, 

Fly  from  the  fight,  and  fhun  the  day  ; 
Then  lift  your  heads,  ye  faints,  on  high, 
And  fmg,  for  your  redemption's  nigh. 

PSALM     XCVII.  ver.  6,-9.    Second  part- 
*  Long  Metre. 
Chrift' s  incarnation. 

1  r  l-^HE  Lord  is  come,  the  heavens  proclaim 

X       His  birth  ;  the  nations  learn  his  name  j 
An  unknown  ftar  directs  the  road 
Of  eaftern  fages  to  their  God. 

2  All  ye  bright  armies  of  the  ikies, 

Go,  worfhip  where  the  Saviour  lies  \ 
Angels  and  kings  before  him  bow, 
Thofe  gods  on  high,  and  gods  below. 

3  Let  idols  totter  to  the  ground, 

And  their  own  worfhippers  confound  ; 

But  Zion  {hull  his  glories  fmg, 

And  earth  confefs  her  fovereign  king. 


P    S     A    L     M     S.  205 

PSALM    XCVII.    Third  part.  Long  Metre. 

Grace  and  Glory* 

i   rpH*  Almighty  reigns  exalted  high 

O'er  all  the  earth,  o'er  all  the  fky ; 
Though  clouds  and  darknefs  veil  his  feet, 
His  dwelling  is  the  mercy-feat. 

2  O,  ye  that  love  his  holy  name, 
Hate  every  work  of  fin  and  fhame  ; 
He  guards  the  fouls  of  all  his  friends, 
And  from  the  fnares  of  hell  defends . 

3  Immortal  light,  and  joys  unknown, 
Are  for  the  faints  in  darknefs  fown  ; 
Thofe  glorious  feeds  fhall  fpring  and  rife, 
And  the  bright  harveft  blefs  our  eyes. 

4  Rejoice,  ye  righteous  and  record 
The  facred  honours  of  the  Lord  ; 
None  but  the  foul  that  feels  his  grace    , 
Can  triumph  in  his  holinefs. 

P  S  A  L  M   XCVII.  ver.  3,  5,-^7,  ji.    Common 
Metre. 

Ckrijl's  incarnation  and  the  lajl  judgment, 

1  T     ET  earth,  with  ev'ry  ifle  and  fea 
JLj      Rejoice,  the  Saviour  reigns  : 
His  word  like  fire  prepares  his  way, 

And  mountains  melt  to  plains. 

2  His  prefence  finks  the  proudeft  hills, 

And  makes  the  vallies  rife  ; 
The  humble  foul  enjoys  his  fmiles, 
The  haughty  finner  dies, 

3  The  heavens  his  rightful  power  proclaim":; 

The  idol-gods  around 
Fill  their  own  worfhippers  with  fhame. 
And  totter  to  the  ground. 


2o6  PSALMS. 

4  Adoring  angels  at  his  birth 

Make  their  Redeemer  known  ; 
Thus  (hall  he  come  to  judge  the  earth, 
And  angels  guard  his  throne. 

5  His  foes  (hall  tremble  at  his  fight, 

And  hills  and  feas  retire  : 
His  children  take  their  unknown  flight, 
And  leave  the  world  in  fire. 

6  The  feeds  of  joy  and  glory  fown 

For  faints  in  darknefs  here, 
Shall  rife  and  fpring  in  worlds  unknown, 
And  a  rich  harvefl  bear. 

PSALM  XCVIII.  Firft  part.    Common  Metre. 

Praife  for  the  gofpeL 

t  HP  O  our  almighty  Maker,  God, 
JL       New  honours  be  addrefs'd  ; 
His  great  falvation  fhines  abroad, 
And  makes  the  nations  blefs'd. 

2  To  Abraham  fir  ft  he  fpoke  the  word, 

And  taught  his  numerous  race  ; 
The  Gentiles  own  him  fov'reign  Lord, 
And  learn  totruft  his  grace. 

3  Let  the  whole  earth  his  love  proclaim 

With  all  her  different  tongues  ; 
And  fpread  the  honour  of  his  name 
In  melody  and  fongs. 

PSALM  XCVIII.  Second  part.  Common  Metre. 

The  MeJJiah's  coming  and  kingdom. 

i    T  OY  to  the  world — the  Lord  is  come  ; 
J      Let  earth  receive  her  king  : 
Let  every  heart  prepare  him  room, 
And  heav'n  and  nature  Ting. 


PSALMS.  207 

2  Joy  to  the  earth,  the  Saviour  reigns  \ 

Let  men  their  fongs  employ, 
While  fields  and  floods,  rocks,  hills  and  plains, 
Repeat  the  founding  joy.     • 

3  No  more  let  fins  and  forrows  grow, 

Nor  thorns  infeft  the  ground  ; 
He  comes  to  make  his  bleflings  flow, 
Far  as  the  curfe  is  found. 

4  He  rules  the  world  with  truth  and  grace, 

And  makes  the  nations  prove 
The  glories  of  his  righteoufnefs, 
And  wonders  of  his  love.  - 

PSALM  XCIX.     Firftpart.     Short  Metre. 
Chrift's  kingdom  and  majeji\\ 


!T 


HE  God  Jehovah  reigns, 
Let  all  the  nations  fear  ; 
Let  finners  tremble  at  his  throne, 
And  faints  be  humble  there. 


2  Jefus  the  Saviour  reigns, 

Let  earth  adore  its  Lord  ; 
Bright  Cherubs  his  attendants  ftand, 
Swift  to  fulfil  his  word. 

3  In  Zion  (lands  his  throne, 

His  honours  are  divine, 
His  church  {hall  make  his  wonders  known, 
For  there  his  glories  fhine. 

4  How'holy  is  his  name ! 

How  terrible  his  praife  ! 
Juftice,  and  truth,  and  judgment; join 
In  all  his  works  of  grace. 


Go8  PSALMS. 

PSALM  XCIX.     Second  part.     Short  Metre. 

A  holy  God  iv or/hi pped  with  reverence* 

i   TPXALTtlie  Lord  our  God, 
XjLj  And  worfhip  at  his  feet, 
His  nature  is  all  holinefs, 
And  mercy  is  his  feat. 

2  When  Ifrael  was  his  church, 

"When  Aaron  was  his  prieft, 
When  Mofes  cry'd  when  Samuel  pray'dr— 
He  gave  his  people  reft. 

3  Oft*  he  forgave  their  fins, 

Nor  would  deftroy  their  race  ; 
And  oft'  he  made  his  vengeance  known 
When  they  abus'd  his  grace. 

4  Exalt  the  Lord  our  God, 

Whofe  grace  is  ftill  the  fame  j 
Still  he's  a  God  of  holinels, 
And  jealous  for  his  name. 

PSALM    C,  Firfl  Metre.  -  A  plain  tranflation 

'  Praife  to  our  creator, 

i  "\7"E  nations  round  the  earth,  rejoice^ 
J_      Before  the  Lord  your  fov'reign  King  ; 
Serve  him  with  cheerful  heart  and  voice, 
With  all  your  tongues  his  glory  fing. 

a  The  Lord  is  God  :  'tis  he  alone 

Doth  life  and  breath  and  being  give  : 
We  are  his  work,  and  not  our  own  ; 
The  flieep  that  on  his  paftures  live. 

3  Enter  his*  gates  with  fongs  of  joy, 

With  praifes  to  his  courts  repair  ; 
And  make  it  your  divine  employ 
To  pay  your  thanks  and  honours  there, 


PSALMS,  209 

4  The  Lord  is  good,  the  Lord  is  kind  ; 
Great' is  his  grace,  his  mercy  fure  ; 
And  the  whole  race  of  man  mall  find 
His  truth  from  age  to  age  endure. 

PSALM    C.     Second  Metre.  A  paraphrafe. 

r  tq  EF0RE  Jehovah's  awful  throne, 
JJ     Ye  nations,  bow  with  facred  joy  \ 
Know  that  the  Lord  is  God  alone — 
He  can  create,  and  he  deftroy. 

2  His  fov'reign  power,  -without  our  aid, 

Made  us  of  clay,  arrd  form'd  us  men  : 
And  when,  like  wand'ring  fheep,  we  ft  ray  4^ 
He  brought  us  to  his  fold  again. 

3  We  are  his  people,  we  his  care, 

Our  fouls,  and  all  our  mortal  frame  : 
What  lading  honours  (hall  we  rear, 
Almighty  Maker,  to  thy  name! 

4  We'll  crowd  thy  gates  with  thankful  fongs, 

High  as  the-heav'n  our  voices  raife  5 
And  earth,  with  her  ten  thoufand  tongues, 
Shall  fill  thy  courts  with  founding «pf  aife. 

5  Wide  as  the  world  is  thy  command, 

Vaft  as  eternity  thy  love! — 
Firm  as  a  rock  thy  truth  mud  ftand, 
When  rolling  years  fhall  ceafe  to  move  ! 

P  S  A  L  M     CI.     Long  Metre. 

The  nwgiftrate's  pfalm. 

1  "\  /TERCY  and  judgment  are  my  fong  ; 
JVJL     And  fince  they  both  to  thee  belong, 
My  gracious  God,  my  righteous  King, 
To  thee  my  fongs  and  vows  I  bring. 


2io  PSALM    S. 

a  If  I  am  rais'd  to  bear  the  fword  ; 
1*11  take  my  counfel  from  thy  word ; 
Thy  juftice  and  thy  heav'nly  grace 
Shall  be  the  pattern  of  my  ways. 

3  Let  wifdom  all  my  actions  guide, 
And  my  God  with  me  refide  : 

No  wicked  thing  fnall  dwell  with  me, 
Which  may  provoke  thy  jealoufy.' 

4  No  fons  of  flander,  rage  and  ftrife 
Shall  be  companions  of  my  life  : 

The  haughty  look,  the  heart  of  pride 
Within  my  doors  fhall  ne'er  abide. 

5  [I'll  fearch  the  land,  and  raife  the  juft 
To  pods  of  honour,  wealth  and  truft  : 
The  men  that  work  thy  holy  will 
Shall  be  my  friends  and  fav'rites  ftill.} 

>  In  vain  fhall  fmners  hope  to  rife 
By  flattering  or  malicious  lies  ; 
Nor,  while  the  innocent  I  guard, 
Shall  bold  offenders  e'er  be  fpar'd. 

7  The  impious  crew  (that  factious  band) 
Shall  hide  their  heads,  or  quit  the  land  $ 
And  all  that  break  the  public  red, 
Where  I  have  power,  mail  be  fuppreft. 

PSALM     CI.     Common  Metre, 

A  pf aim  for  a  mqfter  of  a  family* 

OF  juftice  and  of  grace  I  fing. 
And  pay  my  God  my  vow*, 
Thy  grace  and  juftice,  heav'nly  King, 
Teach  me  to  rule  my  houfe. 
\  Now  to  my  tent,  O  God,  repair, 
And  make  thy  fervant  wife  ; 
I'll  furler  nothing  near  me  there 
That  ihall  offend  thine  eyes. 


PSALMS.  211 

3  The  man  that  doth  his  neighbour  wrong, 

By  falfehood  or  by.  force, 
The  fcornful  eye,  the  llanderous  tongue, 
I'll  banifli  from  my  doors. 

4  I'll  feek  the  faithful  and  the  juft, 

And  will  their  help  enjoy  : 
Thefe  are  the  friends  that  I  mall  truft, 
The  fervants  I'll  employ. 

5  The  wretch  that  deals  in  fly  deceit. 

Pll  not  endure  a  night : 
The  Hers  tongue  HI  ever  hate, 
And  banifh  from  my  fight. 

6  HI  purge  my  family  around,. 

And  make  the  wicked  flee  ; 
Sofhall  my  houfe  be  ever  found 
A  dwelling  fit  for  thee. 

PSALM  CII.  ver.   1,-13,  20,  21.  Firit  part 

Common  Metre. 

A  prayer  of  the  afflicled. 

1  J  TEAR  me,  O  God,  nor  hide  thy  face, 
Ji     But  anfwer,  left  I  die  : 

Haft  thou  not  built  a  throne  of  grace, 
To  hear  when  finners  cry  ? 

2  Like  fmoke  my  wafting  days  depart, 

When  it  diflblves  in  air, 
My  ftrength  is  dried,  my  broken  heart 
Is  finking  in  defpair. 

3  My  fpirits  flag,  like  withering  grafs 

Burnt  with  exceflive  heat  : 
In  fecret  groans  my  minutes  pafs 
And  I  forget  to  eat. 

4  As  on  fome  lonely  building's  top 

The  fparrow  tells  her  moan, 
Far  from  the  tents  of  joy  and  hope  - 

I  lit  and  grieve  alone. 
S  2 


eft  PSALM    §i 

5  My  foul  is  like  a  wildernefs, 

Where  beads  of  midnight  howl  ; 
Where  the  fad  raven  finds  her  place, 
And  where  the  fcreaming  owl. 

6  Dark  difmai  thoughts  and  boding  fears 

Dwell  in  my  troubled  bread  : 
While  fliarp  reproaches  wound  my  ears  ; 
Nor  give  my  fpirit  reft. 

7  My  cup  is  mingled  with  my  woes, 

And  tears  are  my  repaft  ; 
My  daily  bread,  like  afhes,  grows 
Unpleafant  to  my  tafte. 

8  Senfe  can  afford  no  real  joy 

To  fouls  that  feel  thy  frown  ; 
Lord,  t'was  thy  hand  advanc'd  me  high, 
Thy  hand  hath  cad  me  down. 

9  My  looks  like  wither'd  leaves  appear  j 

And  life's  declining  light 
Grows  faint,  as  ev'ning  fhadows  are. 
That  vanifti  into  night. 

10  But  thou  forever  art  the  fame, 

O  my  eternal  God  ; 
Ages  to  come  mall  know  thy  name, 
And  fpread  thy  works  abroad. 

1 1  Thou  wilt  arife,  and  mew  thy  face., 

Nor  will  my  Lord  delay, 
Beyond  th*  appointed  hour  of  grace 
That  long  expected  day. 

12  He  hears  his  faints,  he  knows  their   cry, 

And,  by  myilerious  ways, 
Redeems  th<?  pris'ners  doom'd  to  die, 
And  fills  their  tongues  with  praife, 


PSALMS.  213 

p  S  A  L  M     CII.  ver.  13, — 21.    Second  part. 
Common  Metre. 

Prayer  heard,  and  Zion  rejiored. 
i   TT     ET  Zion  and  her  fons  rejoice — 
j     Behold  the  prormYd  hour  : 
Her  God  hath  heard  her  mourning  voice, 
And  comes  t'exalt  his  power. 
2  Her  dull  and  ruins  that  remain, 
Are  precious  in  our  eyes  ; 
Thofe  ruins  mall  be  built  again,. 
And  all  that  dud  fhall  rife. 
^  The,  Lord  will  raife  Jerufalem, 
And  (land  in  glory  there  ; 
Nations  (hall  bow  before  his  name. 
And  kings  attend  with  fear. 

4  He  fits  a  fov'reign  on  his  throne, 

With  pity  in  his  eyes  : 
He  hears  the  dying  pris'ners  groan, 
And  fees  their  fighs  arife. 

5  He  frees  the  fouls  condemned  to  death, 

And,  when  his  faints  complain, 
It  (han't  be  faid,  "  That  praying  breath, 
"  Was  ever  fpent  in  vain/' 

6  This  fhall  be  known  when  we  are  dead, 

And  left  on  long  record  ; 
That  ages  yet  unborn  may  read, 
And  trull ;  and  praife  the  Lord. 

PSALM     CII.  ver.  23,-28.     Third  part* 

Long  Metre. 

Man  s  mortality,  and  Chriji's  eternity  ;  or,  Saints 

die,    but  Chriji  and  the  church  live. 
1     [*  T  is  the  Lord  cur  Saviour's  hand 

JL     Weakens  our  flrength  amidfl  the  race  } 
Difeafe  and  death  at  his  command 
ArrtH  us?  and  cut  fhort  our  days. 


214  PSALMS. 

a  Spare  us,  O  Lord,,  aloud  we  pray,  y 

Nor  let  our  fun  go  down  at  noon ; 
Thy  years  are  one  eternal  day, 

And  mud  thy  children  die  fo  foon  ? 

3  Yet,  in  the  midft  of  death  and  grief, 

This  thought  our  forrow  fhall  afluage  ; 
"  Our  Father  and  our  Saviour  live, 
"  Chrift  is  the  fame  thro'  every  age." 

4  'Twas  he  this  earth's  foundation' laid  ; 

Heav'n  is  the  building  of  his  hand  ; 
This  earth  grows  old,  thefeheav'ns  fhall  fade, 
And  all  be  chang'd  at  his  command. 

5  The  ftarry  curtains  of  the  fky, 

Like  garments,  fhall  be  laid  afide  : 
But  (till  thy  throne  ftands  firm  and  high  ; 
Thy  church  forever  muft  abide. 

6  Before  thy  face,  thy  church  fhall  live  ; 

And  on  thy  throne  thy  children  reign  ; 
This  dying  world  fhall  they  furvive, 
And  the  dead  faints  be  rais'd  again. 

PSALM  CIII.  ver.  i, — 7.  Firft  part.  Long 
Metre. 

Blejftng  God  for  his  goodnfs  to  foul  and  body. 

I   T>LESS,  G  my  foul,  the  living  God, 

JLJ  Call  home  thy  thoughts  that  rove  abroad. 

Let  all  the  powers  within  me  join 

In  work  and  worfhip  fo  divine. 
1  Blefs,  O  my  foul,  the  God  of  grace  \ 

His  favours  claim  the  highefl  praife  ; 

Why  fhould  ungrateful  filence  hide 

The  blemngs  which  his  hands  provide  ! 
3  'Tis  he,  my  foul  that  lent  his  Son 

,  To  die  for  crimes  which  thou  haft  c  oae  : 

He  owns  the  ranfom,  and  forgives 

The  hourly  follies  of  our  lives. 


PSALMS.  215 

ik  The  vices  of  the  mind  he  heals, 

And  cures  the  pains  that  nature  feels- 
Redeems  the  foul  from  hell,  and  faves 
Our  wafting  life  from  threatening  graves. 

5  Our  youth,  decay'd  his  power  repairs ; 
His  mercy  crowns  our  growing  years  5 
He  fills  our  (lore  with  every  good, 
And  feeds  our  fouls  with  heav'niy  food. 

6  He  fees  th'  opprefTor  and  th'  oppreft, 
And  often  gives  the  fufPrers  reft  : 
But  will  his  juftice  more  difplay 

.     In  the  laft  great  rewarding  day. 

7  [His  power  he  fhew'd  by  Mofes'  hands, 
And  gave  to  Ifrael  his  commands  ; 
But  fent  his  truth  and  mercy  down 

To  all  th«  nations  by  his  Son.] 

8  Let  the  whole  earth  his  power  confefs — 
Let  the  whole  earth  adore  his  grace  j 
The  Gentile  with  the  Jew  {hall  join 

In  work  and  worfhip  fo  divine. 

PSALM     CIH.     Second  part.  Long  Metre. 

Cod's  gentle  chajiifement ;   or,  His   tender  mercy 

to  his  people. 
!  ryiHE  Lord,  how  wondrous  are  his  ways  ! 
J|_     How  firm  his  truth,  how  large  his  grace. 
He  takes  his  mercy  for  his  throne, 
And  thence  he  makes  his  glories  known,.  . 

2  Not  half  fo  high  his  power  hath  fpread 
The  ftarry  heav'ns  above  our  head, 
As  his  rich  love  exceeds  our  praife, 
Exceeds  the  higheft  hopes  we  raife. 

3  Not  half  fo  far  hath  nature  plac'd 
The  rifing  morning  from  the  weft, 

As  his  forgiving  grace  removes 
The  daily  guilt  of  thofe  he  loves. 


2i6  P     S     A    L     M     S. 

4  How  flow  his  awful  wrath  to  rife  I 
On  fwifter  wings  falvation  flies  j 
And  if  he  lets  his  anger  burn, 
How  foon  his  frowns  to  pity  turn ! 
^5  Amidft  his  wrath  companion  fhines ; 
His  ftrokes  are  lighter  than  our  fins  : 
And,  while  his  rod  corrects  his  faints, 
His  ear  indulges  their  complaints. 

6  Sofathers  their  young  fons  chaflife, 
With  gentle  hands  and  melting  eyes  ; 
The  children  weep  beneath  the  fmart, 
And  move  the  pity  of  their  heart. 


u 


7  The  mighty  God,  the  wife  and  ju(r, 
Knowsthat  our  frame  is  feeble  dull:  j 
And  will  no  heavy  loads  impofe 
Beyond  the  flrength  that  he  beftows. 

8  He  knows  how  foon  our  nature  dies,. 
Blafted  by  every  wind  that  flies  : 
Like  grafs  we  fpring,  and  die  as  foon, 
Or  morning  flowers  that  fade  at  noon. 

9  But  his  eternal  love  is  fure 

To  all  the  faints,   and  mall  endure  ; 
From  age  to  age  his  truth  lhall  reign, 
Nor  children's  children  hope  in  vain. 

PSALM    CIII.    ver.   i,— y.    Firft  part.  Short 

Metre. 

Praifefor  temporal  and fpiritual  mercies. 

i   /^\H  blefs  the  Lord,  my  foul ! 
V_>/     Let  all  within  me  join 
And  aid  my  tongue  to  blefs  his  name, 
Whofe  favours  are  divine* 


PSALMS.  Zif 

3  Oh  blefs  the  Lord,  my  foul : 
Nor  let  his  mercies  lie 
Forgotten  in  unthankfulnefs, 
And  without  praifes  die. 

3  'Tis  he  forgives  thy  fins,^ 

'Tis  he  relieves  thy  pain, 
'Tis  he  that  heals  thy  fickneiles, 
And  makes  thee  young  again. 

4  He  crowns  thy  life  with  love, 

When  ranfom'd  from  the  grave  ; 
He  that  redeem'd  my  foul  from  hell 
Hath  fov'reign  power  to  fave. 

5  He  fills  the  poor  with  good  : 

He  gives  the  fuff'rers  reft  ; 
The  Lord  hath  judgments  for  the  proud, 
And  juftice  for  th'  oppreft. 

6  His  wondrous  works  and  ways 

He  made  by  Mofes  known  ; 
But  fent  the  world  his  truth  and  grace 
By  his  beloved  Son. 

PSALM    CIII.  ver.  8,— 18.     Second  part, 

Short  Metre. 

Abounding  compajjion  of  God ;    or,  Mercy  in  the 
midjl  of  judgment. 

i   1\/|"Yfoul,  repeat  his  praife, 
1 V A     "Whofe  mercies  are  fo  great  \ 
Whofe  anger  is  fo  flow  to  rife, 
So  ready  to  abate. 

2  God  will  not  always  chide, 

And,  when  his  ftrokes  are  felt. 
His  ftrokes  are  fewer  than  our  crimen 
And  lighter  than  our  guilt* 


-r3  PSALMS. 

3  High  as  the  heav'ns  are  rais'd 

Above  the  ground  we  tread, 
So  far  the  riches  of  his  grace 
Our  higheft  thoughts  exceed. 

4  His  power  fubdues  our  fins, 

And  his  forgiving  love, 
Far  as  the  eaft  is  from  the  weft, 
Doth  all  our  guilt  remove. 

5  The  pity  of  the  Lord, 

To  thofe  that  fear  his  name, 

Is  fuch  as  tender  parents  feel — 

He  knows  our  feeble  frame*. 

6  He  knows  we  are  but  duft, 

Scattered  with  every  breath  : 
His  anger  like  a  rifing  wind 
Can  fend  us  fwift  to  death. 

7  Our  days  are  as  the  grafs, 

Or  like  the  morning  flower ! 
If  one  (harp  blaft  fweep  o'er  the  field, 
It  withers  in  an  hour. 

3  But  thy  companions,  Lord, 
To  endlefs  years  endure; 
And  children's  children  ever  find. 
Thy  words  of  promife  fure. 

PSALM    CIII.    ver.   19,-22.    Third  part*j 

Short  Metre. 

God's  univerfal  dominion  ;   or,  Angels  praife   the 
Lord. 

r.npHELord,  thefov'reign  king, 
J_       Hath  nx'd  his  throne  on  high, 
O'er  all  theheav'nly  world  he  rules, 
And  all  beneath  the  iky. 


PSALMS.  21$ 

5  Ye  angels,  great  in  might, 
And  fwift  to  do  his  will, 
Blefs  ye  the  Lord,  whofe  voice  ye  hear, 
Whofe  pleafure  ye  fulfil. 

3  Let  the  bright  hofts,  who  wait 

The  orders  of  their  king, 
And  guard  his  churches  when  they  pray, 
Join  in  the  praife  they  fmg. 

4  While  all  his  wondrous  works, 

Through  his  vafl  kingdom  mew, 
Their  Maker's  glory,  thou,  my  foul, 
Shall  fmg  his  graces  too. 

PSALM     CIV. 

The  glory  of  God  in  Creation  and  Providence, 
i    A/f  Y  *~ou^  tnY  great  Creator  praife, 

1VA     When  cloth'd  in  his  celeilial  rays, 

He  in  full  majefly  appears, 

And  like  a  robe  his  glory  wears. 
Note.      This  pfalm  may  befung  to  the  tune  of  the  old 

li  ith  or  njth  pfafm,  by  adding  thefe  two  Lines 

to  every  ft  an  r*a — viz. 

"  Great  is  the  Lord  !  what  tongue  can  frame 

C£  An  equal  honour  to  his  name  !" 

Otl  :t  muft  befung  as  the  loeth  pfalm. 

2  The  heav'ns  are  for  his  curtains  fpread  ; 
TV  unfathom'd  deep  he  makes  his  bed  : 
Clouds  are  his  chariot,  when  he  flies 
On  wiaged  ftorms  acrofs  the  flues. 

3  Angels, . wnorn  nis  own  breath  infpires, 
His  minifters,  are  flaming  fires : 

And  fwift  as  thought  their  armies  move 
To  bear  his  vengeance  or  his  love. 

4  The  world's  foundation  by  his  hand 
Is  pois'd,  and  feall  forever  Hand  ; 

-  inds  the  ocean  in  his  chain, 
Left  it  fhould  drown  the  earth  again- 

T 


czo  P    S     A    L     M     S. 

c  When  earth  was  cover'd  with  the  flood, 
Which  high  above  the  mountains  flood, 
He  thunder'd,  and  the  ocean  fled, 
Confin'd  to  its  appointed  bed. 

6  The  fwelling  billows  know  their  bound, 
And  in  their  channels  walk  their  round  j 
Refrefhing  flreams,  by  fecret  veins, 
Break  from  the  hills,  and  drench  the  plain. 

7  He  bids  the  chryftal  fountains  flow, 
And  cheer  the  valleys  as  they  go  : 
There  gentle  herds  their  third  allay, 
And  for  the  flream  wild  affes  bray. 

8  From  pleafant  trees,  which  made  the  brink, 
The  lark  and  linnet  like  to  drink  ; 

Their  fongs  the  lark  and  linnet  raife, 
And  chide  our  hlence  in  his  praife. 

pause  the  firfl:. 

o  God,  from  his  cloudy  ciflern,  pours 
'   On  the  parch'd  earth  enriching  mowers  i 
The  grove,  the  garden,  and  the  held 
A  thoufand  joyful  bleffings  yield. 

io  He  makes  the  grafTy  food  arife 
\nd  gives  the  cattle  large  fupphes  ; 
With  herbs  for  man,  of  various  power. 
To  nouriih  nature,  or  to  cure, 
i  i  What  noble  fruit  the  vines  produce ! 
The  olive  yields  a  pleating  juice  ; 
Our  hearts  are  cheer'd  with  gen'rous  wine, 
His  gifts  proclaim  his  love  divine. 
la  His  haunters  hands  our  table  fpread, 
He  fills  our  cheerful  (lores  with  bread  ; 
While  food  our  vital  ftrength  imparts, 
Let  dally  praife  mfpire  our  heatts. 


PSALM     S.  »rt 

pause  the  fecond. 

13  Behold  the  (lately  cedar  (lands, 
^Rais'din  the  forefl  by  his  hands ; 

Birds  to  the  boughs  for  (helter  fly, 
And  build  their  nefts  fecure  on  high. 

14  To  craggy  hills  afcends  the  goat  ; 
And  at  the  airy  mountain's  foot 

The  feeble  creatures  make  their  ceil-* 
He  gives  them  wifdom  where  to  dwell. 

15  He  fetthe  fun  his  circling  race, 
Appoints  the  moon  to  change^her  face  : 
And,   when  thick  darknefs  veils  the  day, 
Calls  out  wild  beads  to  hunt  their  prey. 

16  Fierce  lions  lead  their  young  abroad, 
And  roaring  a(k  their  meat  from  God  j 
But  when  the  morning  beams  arife, 
The  favage  bead  to  covert  flies. 

17  Then  man  to  daily  labour  goes  :  ; 
The  night  was  made  for  his  repofe  j 
Sleep  is  thy  gift,  that  fweet  relief  ^ 
From  tirefome  toil  and  wafting  grief. 

18  How  ftrange  thy  works !  how  great  thy  (kill ! 
While  ev'ry  land  thy  riches  fill : 

Thy  wifdom  round  the  world  we  fee, 
This  fpacious  earth  is  full  of  thee. 

19  Nor  lefs  thy  glories  in  the  deep, 
Where  fifh  in  millions  fwim  and  creep, 
With  wondrous  motions,  fwift  or  flow, 
Still  wand'ring  in  the  paths  below. 

20  There  (hips  divide  their  wat'ry  way, 
And  flocks  of  fcaly  monfters  play ; 
The  huge  leviathan  refides, 

And,  fearlefs,  fports  amid  the  tides. 


-22  PSALM     S. 

p  a  u  s  e  the  third. 

2 1   Vaft  arc  thy  works,  almighty  Lord, 
All  nature  refts  upon  thy  word, 
And  the  whole  race  of  creatures  (land, 
Waiting  their  portion  from  thy  hand. 

2,2  While  each  receives  his  diff 'rent  food, 
Their  cheerful  voice  pronounce  it  good  : 
Eagles  and  bears,  and  whales  and  worms, 
Rejoice  and  praife  in  diff  Vent  forms. 

23  But  when  thou  hid'ft  thy  face,   they  mourn. 
And,  dying,  to  their  dull  return  : 

Both  man  and  bead  their  fouls  refign  ; 
Life*,  breath,  and  fpirit,  all  are  thine. 

24  Yet  thou  canfl  breathe  on  duft  again, 
And  fill  the  world  with  bead:  and  men ; 
A  word  of  thy  creating  breath 
Repairs  the  wade  of  time  and  death. 

25  His  works,  the  wonders  of  his  might, 
Are  honor  d  with  his  own  delight ; 
How  awful  are  his  glorious  ways  ! 
The  Lord  is  dreadful  in  his  praife. 

iG  The  earth  (lands  trembling  at  thy  ftroke, 
And  at  thy  touch  the  mountains  fmoke  \ 
Yet  humble  fouls  may  fee  thy  face, 
And  telltheir  wants  to  fov'reign  grace. 

27  In  thee  my  hopes  and  willies  meet, 
And  make  my  meditations  fweet  ; 
Thy  praifes  (hall  my  breath  employ, 
Till  it  expire  in  endlefs  joy. 

<i 3  While  haughty  finners  die  accurft, 
Their  glory  bury'd  with  their  duft, 
I  to  my  God,  my  heav'nly  King, 
Immortal  hallelujahs  fmg. 


PSALMS.  223 

PSALM    CV.     Abridged.     Common  Metre, 

God's  conduct  to  Ifrael,  and  the. plagues  of  Egypt. 

1  ^1  IVE  thanks  to  Cod,  invoke  his  name, 
VJT     And  tell  the  world  his  grace  • 
Sound  through  the  earth  his  deeds  of  fame, 

That  all  may  feek  his  face. 

2  His  cov'nant  which  he  kept  in  mind 

For  num'rous  ages  pari, 
To  num'rous  ages  yet  behind 
In  equal  force  mall  laft. 

3  He  fware  to  Abra'm  and  his  feed, 

And  made  the  bleffing  fure  : 
Gentiles  the  ancient  promife  read, 
And  find  his  truth  endure. 

4  "  Thy  feed  fhall  make  all  nations  blefs'd  ; 

(Said  the  Almighty  voice) 
ic  And  Canaan's  land  (hall  be  thy  red,. 
"  The  type  of  heav'nly  joys/' 

5  [How  large  the  grant !  how  rich  the  grace ! 

To  give  them  Canaan's  land, 
When  they  were  ftrangers  in  the  place, 
A  fmall  and  feeble  band  ! 

6  Like  pilgrims,  through  the  countries  round,  * 

Securely  they  remov'd ; 
And  haughty  kings  that  on  them  frown'd, 
Severely  he  reprov'd. 

7  u  Touch  mine  anointed,  and  mine  arm 

"  Shall  foon  avenge  the  wrong ! 
"  The  man  that  does  my  prophets  harm, 
cc  Shall  know,  their  God  is  (bong, 
$  "  Then  let  the  world  forbear  its  rage, 
"  Nor  put  the. church  in  fear  : 
"  Ifrael  mull  live  through  ev'ry  age, 
"  And  be  th'  Almighty's  care." 
'1    2 


224  PSALMS. 

p  a  ir  s  e  the  firil:. 

9  When  Pharaoh  dar'd  to  vex  the  faints, 

And  thus  provok'd  their  God, 
Mofes  was  fent,  at  their  complaints, 
Arm'd  with  his  dreadful  rod. 

10  He  calPd  for  darknefs,  darknefs  came 

Like  an  o'erwhelming  flood  ; 
He  turn'd  each  lake,  and  ev'ry  ftream 
To  lakes  and  dreams  of  blood. 

1 1  He  gave  the  fign,  and  noifome  flies 

Through' the  whole  country  fpread  ; 
And  frogs,  in  baleful  armies,  rife 
About  the  monarch's  bed. 

12  Through  fields,  and  towns,  and  palaces, 

The  tenfold  vengeance   flew  : 
Locufts  in  f warms  devour  d  their  trees, 
And  hail  their  cattle  flew. 

73  Then,  by  an  angels  midnight  ftroke, 
The  flow'r  of  Egypt  died  : 
The  flrength  of  ev'ry  houfe  he  broke, 
Their  glory  and  their  pride. 

14  -"  Now  let  the  world  forbear  its  rage, 

"  Nor  put  the  church  in  fear  ; 
<c  Ifrael  mud  live  through  ev'ry  age, 
"  And  be  the  Almighty's  care. 

pause  the  fecond. 

15  Thus  were  the  tribes  from  bondage  freed, 

And  left  the  hated  ground  ; 
•     Rich  with  Egyptian  fpoils  they  fled, 
Nor  was  one  feeble  found. 


PSALMS.  215 

16  The  Lord  himfelf  chofe  out  their  way, 

And  mark'd  their  journeys  right, 
Gave  them  a  leading  cloud  by  day, 
A  fiery  guide  by  night. 

17  They  third  ;  and  waters  from  the  rock 

In  rich  abundance  flow, 
And  foll'wing  (till  the  courfe  they  took, 

Ran  all  the  defart  through. 
t8   O  wondrous  ftream  !  O  bleffed  type 

Of  ever-flowing  grace  ! 
So  Chrift  our  rock  maintains  our  life 

And  aids  our  wand'ring  race. 

19  Thus  guarded  by  th'  Almighty  hand, 

The  chofen  tribes  pofTefs'd   " 
Canaan  the  rich,  the  promis'd  land, 
And  there  enjoy'd  their  reft. 

20  "  Then  let  the  world  forbear  its  rage, 

"  The  church  renounce  her  fear  ; 
"  Ifrael  mull  live  through  ev'ry  age, 
"  And  be  th'  Almighty's  care.'' 

PSALM  CVI.  ver.   1—5.  Firft  part. 
Long  Metre. 

Praife  to  God  ;  or,  Communication  with  faints, 

1  rTHO  God  the  great,  the  ever  blefs'd 

JL     Let  fongs  of  honour  be  addrefs'd : 
His  mercy  firm  forever  (lands ; 
Give  him  the  thanks  his  love  demands. 

2  Who  knows  the  wonders  of  thy  ways  ; 
Who  mail  fulfil  thy  boundlefs  praife? 
Blefs'd  are  the  fouls  that  fear  thee  {till, 
And  pay  their  duty  to  thy  will. 

3  Remember  what  thy  mercy  did 
For  Jacob's  race  thy  chofen  feed  ; 
And  with  the  fame  falyation  blefs 
The  meaneft  fuppliant  of  thy  grace. 


\ 


2*6  PSALMS. 

4  O  may  I  fee  thy  tribes  rejoice, 

And  aid  thy  triumphs  with  my  voice! 
This  is  my  glory,  Lord,  to  be 
Join'd  to  thy  faints,  and  near  to  thee. 

PSALM  CVL  ver.  7,  8,   12,-14,  43—48. 
Second  part.  Short  Metre. 

Ifrael  punijloed  and  pardoned  ;  or,  God \s  unchange- 
able love, 

1  /"^  OD  of  eternal  love, 
\jyr  How  fickle  are  our  ways ! 

And  yet  how  oft  did  Ifrael  prove 
Thy  conftancy  of  grace ! 

2  They  faw  thy  wonders  wrought, 
And  then  thy  praife  they  fung  ; 

But  foon  thy  works  of  pow'r  forgot, 
And  murmur'd  with  their  tongue. 

3  Now  they  believe  his  word, 
While  rocks  with  rivers  flow  ; 

Now  with  their  lufts  provoke  the  Lord, 
And  he  reduc?d  them  low. 

4  Yet  when  they  mourn'd  their  faults, 
He  hearken'd  to  their  groans, 

Brought  his  own  cov'nant  to  his  thoughts, 
And  call'd  them  flill  his  fons. 

5  Their  names  were  in  his  book, 
He  fav'd  them  from  their  foes  : 

Oft  he  chaflis'd  but  ne'er  forfook 
The  people  that  he  chofe. 

6  Let  Ifrael  blefs  the  Lord, 
Who  lov'd  their  ancient  race  ; 

And  Chriflians  join  the  foleinn  word 
Amen  to  all  the  praife. 


PSALMS.  227 

PSALM  CVII.    Firft  part.   Long  Metre. 

Ifrael  led  to  Canaan,  and  Chrijlians  to  heaven. 

1  ^""^1 IVE  thanks  to  God  \  he  reigns  above  1 
VJF  Kind  are  his  thoughts,  his  name  is  love  5 
His  mercy  ages  paii  have  known, 

And  ages  long  to  come  mail  own. 

2  Let  the  redeemed  of  the  Lord 
The  wonders  of  his  grace  record; 
Ifrael,  the  nation  whom  he  chofe, 
And  refcu'd  from  their  mighty  foes 

£3  When  God's  own  arm  their  fetters  broke, 
And  freed  them  from  th*  Epyptian  yoke, 
They;  trac'd  the  defert,  wand'ring  round 
A  wild  and  foiitary  ground. 

4  There  they  could  find  no  leading  road. 
Nor  city  lor  their  fix'd  abode  : 

Nor  food,  nor  fountain  to  afluage 
Their  burning  thirfi,  or  hunger's  rage. 

5  In  their  diftrefs  to  God  they  cry'd, 
God  was  their  Saviour  and  their  guide  ; 
He  led  their  wand'ring  march  around, 

And  brought  their  tribes  to  Canaan's  ground, 

6  Thus,  when  our  fir  ft  releafe  we  gain, 
From  fin's  old  yoke  and  Satan's  chain, 
We  have  this  defert  world  to  pafs, 

A  dang'rous  and  a  tirefome  place. 

7  He  feeds  and  clothes  us  all  the  way, 

'  He  guides  our  footfteps  left  we  ftray, 

•  He  guards  us  with  a  pow'rful  hand, 

And  brings  us  to  the  heav'nly  land. 

8  O  let  the  faints  with  joy  record 
The  truth  and  goodnefs  of  the  Lord  ! 
How  great  his  works  !  how  kind  his  ways  ! 
Let  ev'ry  tongue  pronounce  his  praife, 


228  PSALM     S. 

PSALM  CVII.  Second  part.  Long  Metre. 

Ccrreclionforjtn,  and  releaje  by  prayer. 

i    IT1  ROM  age  to  age  exalt  his  name, 
X.     God  and  his  grace  are  ftill  the  fame  9 
He  fills  the  hungry  foul  with  food, 
And  feeds  the  poor  with  every  good. 

2  But  if  their  hearts  rebel,  and  rife 
Againft  the  God  who  rules  the  ikies, 
If  they  reject  his  heav'nly  word, 
And  flight  the  counfels  of  the  Lord, 

3  He'll  bring  their  fpirits  to  the  ground. 
And  no  deliverer  fhall  be  found  ; 
Laden  with  grief,  they  wafte  their  breath 
In  darknefs  and  the  fhades  of  death. 

4  Then  to  the  Lord  they  raife  their  cries, 
He  makes  the  dawning  light  arife, 
And  fcatters  all  that  difmal  made 
That  hung  fo  heavy  round  their  head. 

5  He  cuts  the  bars  of  brafs  in  two, 

And  lets  the  fmiiing  pris'ners  through  ; 
Takes  off  the  load  of  guilt  and  grief, 
And  gives  the  laboring  foul  relief. . 

6  O  may  the  fens  of  men  record 
Thewond'rous  goodnefs  of  the  Lord  ! 
How  great  his  works  !  how  kind  his  ways ! 
Let  ev'ry  tongue  pronounce  his  praife. 

PSALM  CVII.  Third  part.  Common  Metre. 

Intemperance  puni/Jjed  a?id  pardoned  ;  or,  apfalm 

for  the  glutton  and  the  drunkard. 

i  "¥"  TAIN  man,  on  foolifh  pleafures  bent, 
V     Prepares  for  his  own  punifhment  j 
What  pains  what  loathfome  maladies, 
From  luxury  and  luft  arife. 


PSALMS.  229 

2  The  drunkard  feels  his  vitals  wafte, 

Yet  drowns  his  health  to  pleafe  his  tafte  j 
Till  all  his  active  pow'rs  are  loft, 
And  fainting  life  draws  near  the  duft. 

3  The  glutton  groans  and  loathes  to  eat, 
His  foul  abhors  delicious  meat ; 
Nature,  with  heavy  loads  opprefs'd, 
Would  yield  to  death  to  be  releas'd. 

4  Then  how  the  frighten'd  frnners  fly 
To  God  for  help  with  earned  cry  ! 

He  hears  their  groans,  prolongs  their  breathy 
And  faves  them  from  approaching  death. 

5  No  med'cines  could  effect  the  cure 
So  quick,  fo  eafy,  or  fo  fure  :  - 
The  deadly  fentence  God  repeals, 

;   He  fends  his  fov'reign  word  and  heals. 

6  O  may  the  fons  of  men  record 

The  wond'rous  goodnefs  of  the  Lord  ! 
And  let  their  thankful  ofPring  prove 
How  they  adore  their  Maker's  love. 

PSALM  CVII.  Fourth  part.  Long  Metre. 

Deliverance  from  Jtorms  and Jhipwrecks  )  ox,  The 

feamavL ls  fong, 

1  "\^7~°ULD  y0U  behold  the  works  of  God, 

V V     His  wonders  in  the  world  abroad  ? 
With  the  bold  mariner  furvey 
The  unknown  regions  of  the  fea. 

2  They  leave  their  native  mores  behind, 
And  feize  the  favour  of  the  wind  ; 
Till  God  command  and  tempefts  rife, 
That  heave  the  ocean  to  the  Ikies. 

3  Now  to  the  heav'ns  they  mount  amain, 
Now  fmk  to  dreadful  deeps  again  ; 
Whd?  ftrange  affrights  young  failors  feel, 

_  And  like  a  ftagg'ring  drunkard  reel ! 


4  When  land  is  far,  and  death  is  nigh, 
Loft  to  all  hope,  to  God  they  cry  : 
His  mercy  hears  their  loud  addrefs, 
And  fends  falvation  in  diftrefs. 

5  He  bids  the  winds  their  wrath  affuage, 
And  ftormy  tempefts  ceafe  to  rage  ; 
The  gladfome  train  their  fears  give  o'er, 
And  hail  with  joy  their  native  fhore. 

6  O  may  the  fons  of  men  record 
The^wond'rous  goodnefs  of  the  Lord  ! 
Let  them  their  private  off' rings  bring, 
And  in  the  church  his  glory  ling. 

PSALM  CVII.  Fourth  part.  Common  Metre. 

The  mariner's  pfalm. 
%  npHY  works  of  glory  mighty  Lord, 

Jl_     That  rule  the  boifterous  fea, 
The  fons  of  courage  (hall  record, 
Who  tempt  that  dang'rous  way. 

%  At  thy  command  the  winds  arife, 

And  fwell  the  tow'ring  waves  ; 
The  men,  aftonifn'd,  mount  the  ikies, 

And  fink  in  gaping  graves. 

3  Again  they  climb  the  wat'ry  hills, 
And  plunge  in  deeps  again  ; 

Each  like  a  tott'ring  drunkard  reels, 
And  finds  his  courage  vain. 

4  Frighted  to  hear  the  temped  roar, 
They  pant  with  flutt'ring  breath, 

And,  hopelefs  of  the  diftant  more, 
Expect  immediate  death. 

5  Then  to  the  Lord  they  raife  their  cries, 
He  hcars,the  loud  requeft, 

And  orders  filence  through  the  ikies, 
And  lavs  the  floods  to  reft. 


PSALMS.  231 

6  Sailors  rejoice  to  lofe  their  fears, 

And  fee  the  dorm  allay'd : 
Now  to  their  eyes  the  port  appears  ; 
There  let  their  vows  be  paid. 

7  'Tis  God  that  brings  them  fafe  to  land  ; 

Let  ftupid  mortals  know, 
That  waves  are  under  his  command., 
And  ail  the  winds  that  blow. 

8  O  that  the  fons  of  men  would  praife 

The  goodnefs  of  the  Lord  ! 
And  thofe  that  fee  thy  wondrous  ways 
Thy  wondrous  love  record. 

PSALM    CVII.     Laft  part.     Long  Metre; 

Colonies  planted  ;    or,  Nations  ble/Jed  and  panijhed. 

i  IHf  "T-^EN  God,  provok'd  with  daring  crimes, 
y^        Scourges  the  madnefs  of  the  times, 
He  turns  their  fields  to  barren  fand, 
And  dries  the  rivers  from  the  land. 

2  His  word  can  raife  the  fprings  again, 
And  make  the  wither'd  mountains  green, 
Send  fhow'ry  bleiTings  from  the  fides, 
And  harvefts  in  the  defert  rife. 

3  [Where  nothing  dwelt  but  beads  of  prey, 
Or  men  as  fierce  and  wild  as  they, 

He  bids  tlij  opprefs'd  and  poor  repair, 
And 'builds  them  towns  and  cities  there. 

4  They  fow  the  fields,  and  trees  they  plant, 
Whofe  yearly  fruit  fupplies  their  want : 
Their  race  grows  up  from  fruitful  flocks, 
Their  wealth  increafes  with  their  flocks. 

I  5  Thus  they  are  blefs'd :  but  if  they  fin,. 
He  lets  the  heathen  nations  in  : 
A  favage  crew  invades  their  lands, 
Their  princes  die  by  barb'rous  hands. 


2^  PSALMS. 

6  Their  captive  fons,  expos'd  to  fcorn, 
Wander  unpity'd  and  forlorn  : 

"The  country  lies  unfenc'd,  untill'd, 
And  defolation  fpreads  the  field. 

7  Yet  if  the  humbled  nation  mourns, 
Again  his  dreadful  hands  he  turns  : 
Again  he  makes  their  cities  thrive, 
And  bids  the  dying  churches  live.] 

8  The  righteous,  with  a  joyful  fenfe, 
Admire  the  works  of  Providence  ; 
And  tongues  of  atheifts  fhall  no  more 
Blafpheme  the  God  that  faints  adore. 

9  How  few  with  pious  care  record 
Thefe  wondrous  dealings  of  the  Lord  I 
But  wife  obfervers  ft i  11  fhall  find 

The  Lord  is  holy,  jufl,  and  kind. 

PSALM     CVIII.    Common  Metre. 

[A  fang  of  praife. 

j      A   WAKE,  my  foul,  to  found  his  praife. 
jr\_     Awake  my  harp  to  fing  : 
Join  all  my  powers  the  fong  to  raife, 
And  morning  incenfe  bring.    * 

2  Among  the  people  of  his  care, 

And  through  the  nations  round  ; 
Glad  fongs  of  praife  will  I  prepare> 
And  there  his  name  refound, 

3  Be  thou  exalted,  O  my  God, 

Above  the  ftarry  train ; 
Diffufe  thy  heav'nly  grace  abroad. 
And  teach  the  world  thy  reign. 

4  So  fhall  thy  chofen  fons  rejoice, 

And  throng  thy  courts  above  ; 
While  finners1  hear  thy  paru'mr:^  voice, 
^nd  izR,£  redeeming  love. 


PSALMS,  2J3 

PSALM    CIX.   ver.  i,— 5,  31.  Common  Metre,      . 

Love  to  enemies  from  the  example  of  Chrijl. 

i    S^i  OD  of  my  mercy  and  my  pr.aife, 
\yr     Thy  glory  is  my  fong  ; 
Tho'  fmners  ipeak  againtt  thy  grace 
With  a  blafpheming  tongue. 
2  When  in  the  form  of  mortal  man 
Thy  fon  on  earth  was  found, 
With  cruel  flanders,  falfe  and.vain^ 

They  compafs'd  him  around.  N 

^  Their  mis'ries  his  companion  move, 
Their  peace  he  dill  purfu'd ; 
They  render  hatred  for  his  love, 
And  evil  for  his  good. 
4  Their  malice  rag5d  without  a  caufe, 
Yet  with  his  dying  breath 
He  pray'd  for  murd'rers  on  his  crofs,, 
And  blefs'd  bis  foes  in  death. 

5  Lord,  mall  thy  bright  example  mine* 

In  vain  before  my  eyes  ; 
Give  me  a  fo.irl  a  kin  to  thine, 
To  love  mine  enemies. 

6  The  Lord  mall  on  my  fide  engage,, 

And  in  my  Saviour's  name 
I  fhall  defeat  their  pride  and  rage, 

Who  ilander  and  condemn. 

1 
PSALM   CL     Fir  ft  part.     Long  Metre. 

Cbriji  exalted,  and  multitudes  converted ;    or,  The 
fuccefs  of  the  gofpel. 

1   Hp  HUS  God  th'  eternal  Father  fpake 
J[       To  Chrift  the  Son  :  "  Afcend  and  fit 
*<•  At  my  right  hand,  till  Khali  make 
u  Thy  foes  fubrniilive  at  thy  feeU 


*34  PSALMS, 


jS  "From  Zion  fhall  thy  word  proceed 
u  cJny  ^°rd?  thefcePtrein  thy  hand, 
Shall  make  the  hearts  of  rebels  bleed, 
"  And  bow  their  wills  to  thy  command. 

3  "  That  day  fhall  mow  thypow'ris  great 

"  When  faints  mail  flock  with  willing  minds, 
•  And  fmners  cnrvd  thy  temple  gate, 
"  Where  holinefs  in  beauty  mines." 

4  O  bleiTed  pow'r  !  O  glorious  day ! 

What  a  large  vicVry  fhall  enfue  ! 
And  converts,  who  thy  grace  obev, 
Exceed  the  drops  of  morning  dew. 

P  S  A  L  M  CX.    Second  part.     Long  Metre. 

The  kingdom  and  prieji  hood  of  Cbrift. 

i   HPHUS  the  great  Lord  of  earth  and  fea 
A       Spake  to  his  Son,  and  thus  he  fwore  : 
"  Eternal  mail  thy  priefthood  be, 

"  And  change  irom  hard  to  hand  no  more. 

2  c-  Aaron  and  all  his  tons  miifi  die; 

^  Bat  everlafting  life  is  thine, 
"  To  fave  forever  thofe  that  ily 

"  For  refuge  from  the  wrath  divine. 

3  cc  By  me  Melchifedeck  was  made 

iw  On  earth  a  king  and  prieft  at  once  ; 
c;  And  thou,  my  heav'nlv  pried  (halt  plead, 
"  Ar^  thou  my  King,  fhalt  rule  my.foas." 

4  Jefus  the  pried  afcends  his  throne, 

While  counfels  of  eternal  peace, 
Between  the  Father  and  the  Son, 
Proceed  with  honour  and  fuccefs. 

5  Through  the  whole  earth  his  reign  mall  fj  read, 

■  And  crufn  the  pow'rs  that  dare  rebel ; 
Then  mall  he  judge  the  rifing  dead, 
And  fend  the  guilty  world  to  hell. 


P     S     A    L     M     S.  235 

6  Though,  while  he  treads  his  glorious  way. 
He  drinks  the  cup  of  threats  and  blood, 
The  furF rings  of  that  dreadful  day 
Shall  but  advance  him  near  to  God. 

PSALM  CX.    Common  Metre, 
ChriJPs  kingdom  and  priefzhood. 
%    T  ESUS,  our  Lord,  afcend  thy  throne., 
J      And  near  thy  Father  fit ; 
In  Zion  {hall  thy  power  be  known, 
And  make  thy  foes  fubmit. 

2  What  wonders  mall  thy  gofpel  do  ! 

Thy  convert  ihall  furpafs 
The  nurr/rous  drops  of  morning  dew, 
And  own  thy  fov'reign  grace. 

3  God  hath  pronoune'd  a  firm  decree, 

Nor  changes  what  he  fwore  ; 
u  Eternal  mall  thy  priefthood  be, 
When  Aaron,"  is  no  more, 

Melchifedeck,  that  wondrous  priefl5 

cc  That  king  of  high  degree, 
£C  That  holy  man,  who  Abraham  blerf^ 

"  Was  but  a  type  of  thee." 
Jefus,  our  prieft,  forever  lives, 

To  plead  for  us  above  ; 
Jefus,  our  king,  forever  gives 

The  blemngs  of  his  love. 
God  mall  exalt  his  glorious  head.. 

And  his  high  throne  maintain, 
Shall  (trike  the  powers  and  princes  ..dead, 

Who  dare  oppofe  his  reign. 

S  A  L  M     CXI.  Firft  part.  Common  Metre 
The  zvifdem  of  God  in  his  works, 

SONGS  of  immortal  praife,  belong 
To  my  almighty  God  ; 
lie  has  my  heart,  and  he  my  toxyu 
To  fpread  his  name  abroad* 

-U  2 


236  PSALMS. 

e  How  great  the  works  his  hand  has  wrought ! 
How  glorious  in  our  fight  ! 
And  men  in  ev'ry  age  have  fought 
His  wonders  with  delight. 

3  How  fair  and  beauteous  nature's  frame  ! 

How  wife  th*  eternal  mind  ! 
His  couhfels  never  change  the  fcheme 
That  his  firfl  thoughts  defign'd. 

4  When  he  redeem'd  his  chofen  fons, 

He  fix'd  his  cov'nant  fure  ; 
The  orders  that  his  lips  pronounce 
To  endlefs  years  endure. 

5  Nature  and  time,  and  earth  and  fides. 

Thy   heav'nly  fkiiJ  proclaim  ; 

What  fhall  we  do  to  make  us  wife, 

But  learn  to  read  thy  name  ? 

6  To  fear  thy  power,  to  truft  thy  grace, 

Is  our  divineft  {kill  ; 
And  he's  the  wifeft  of  our  race 
That  bell  obeys  thy  will. 

?3AL  M  CXI.  Second  part.  Common  Ivietr; 

Th  e  pcrfcCiic  ns   cf  G  cJ. 


G 


^1  RE  AT  is  the  Lord  ;  ills  works  cf  might 


Demand  our  nobleft  fongs  , 
Let  his  aflembled  faints  unite 
Their  harmony  of  tongues. 

2  Great  is  the  mercy  of  the  Lord, 

He  gives  his  children  food, 
And  ever  mindful  of  his  word, 
He  makes  his  promife  good. 

3  His  fon  the  great  Redeemer,  came 

To  feal  his  cov'nant  fare  : 
Holy  and  rev'rend  is  his  name, 
His  ways  are  jult  and  pure. 


PSALMS.  ztf 

They  that  would  grow  divinely  wife, 

Mud  with  his  fear  begin  : 
Our  faired  proof  of  knowledge  lies 

In  hating  ev'ry  fin. 
P  S  A  L  M     CXII.     As  the  113th  Pfalm. 
The  blejfzngs  of  the  liberal  man, 

THAT  man  is  blefs'd,  who  (lands  in  awe 
Of  God,  and  loves  his  facred  law  : 

His  feed  on  earth  mall  be  renown'd  ; 
His  houfe  the  feat  of  wealth  fhall  be, 
An  unexhaufted  treafury, 

And  with  fucceflive  honours  crown'd. 
His  liberal  favours  he  extends, 
To  fome  he  gives,  to  others  lends  5 

A  generous  pity  fills  his  mind  : 
Yet  what  his  charity  impairs, 
He  faves  by  prudence  in  affairs, 

And  thus  he's  juft  to  all  mankind. 
His  hands,  while  they  his  alms  beftow'd, 
His  glory's  future  harveft  fow'd  ; 

The  iweet  remembrance  of  the  juft, 
Like  a  green  root,  revives  and  bears 
A  train  of  bleflings  for  his  heirs, 

When  dying  nature  ileeps  in  dud. 
Befet  with  threat' ning  dangers  round, 
Unmov'd  mail  he  maintain  his  ground  : 

His  confcience  holds  his  courage  up  : 
The  foul  that's  nli'd  with  virtue's  light, 
Shines  brighter!,  in  affliction's  night ; 

And  fees,  in  darknefs,  beams  of  hope, 

PAUSE. 

fill  tidings  never  can  furprife 

His  heart,  that,  fix'd,  on  God  relies, 

Tho'  waves  and  tempcfts  roar  around  5 
Safe  on  a  rock  he  fits,  and  fees, 
1  he  fivipwreck  of  his  enemies, 

And  all  their  hope  and  glory  drown'd. 


238  PSALMS. 

6  The  wicked  fhall  his  triumph  fee, 
And  gnafh  their  teeth  in  agony, 

To  find  their  expectations  croft  : 
They  and  their  envy,  pride,  and  fpite, 
Sink  down  to  everlafting  night, 

And  all  their  names  in  darknefs  loft. 

PSALM     CXIL     Long  Metre. 
The  bleffings  of  the  pious  and  charitable. 
\  HpHRICE  happy  man,    who  fears  the  Lord, 
JL     Loves  his  commands,  and  trufts  his  word  : 
Honour  and  peace  his  days  attend, 
And  ble flings  to  his  feed  defcend. 

2  Compaftion  dwells  upon  his  mind? 
To  works  of  mercy  (till  inclin'd  : 
He  lends  the  poor  fome  prefent  aid, 
Or  gives  them,  not  to  be  repaid. 

3  When  times  grow  dark,  and  tidings  fpread, 
That  fill  his  neighbours  round  with  dread, 
His  heart  is  arm'd  againft  the  fear, 

For  God,  with  all  his  power,  is  there. 

4  His  fpirit,  fix'd  upon  the  Lord, 
Draws  heav'nly  courage  from  his  word 
Amidft  the  darknefs  light  fhall  rife, 

To  cheer  his  heart,  and  blefs  his  eyes. 

5  He  hath  difpers'd  his  alms  abroad, 
His  works  are  ftill  before  his  God  : 
His  name  on  earth  fhall  long  remain, 
While  envious  finners  rage  in  vain. 

PSALM    €XII.     Common  Metre. 
L  ibera lily  rewarded. 

HAPPY  is  he  that  fears  the  Lord, 
And  follow t  his  commands, 
Who  lends  the  poor  without  reward, 
-Or  gives  with  lib'ral  hands. 


PSALMS.  239 

2  As  pity  dwells  within  his  breaft 

To  all  the  fons  of  need  ; 
So  God  mall  anfwer  his  requeft 
With  bleflings  on  his  feed. 

3  No  evil  tidings  (hall  furprife 

His  well-eft  ablifh'd  mind  ; 
His  foul  to  God,  his  refuge  flies, 
And  leaves  his  fears  behind. 

4  In  times  of  danger  and  diftrefs 

Some  beams  of  light  mail  mine. 
To  fhew  the  world  his  righteoufnefs5 
And  give  him  peace  divine. 

5  His  works  of  piety  and  love 

Remain  before  the  Lord  ; 
Honour  on  earth,  and  joys  above. 
Shall  be  his  fure  reward. 
PSALM     CXIII.     Proper  Tune* 
The  majefty  and  condefcenjion  of  God. 

1  "\7"E  that  delight  to  fervethe  Lord, 

The  honours  of  his  name  record— 

His  facred  name  forever  blefs  : 
Where'er  the  circling  fun  difplays 
His  riling- beahis  or  fetting  rays, 

Let  lands  and  feas  his  power  confefs. 

2  Not  time,  nor  nature's  narrow  rounds, 
Can  give  his  vaft  dominion  bounds, 

The  heav'ns  are  far  below  his  height  ; 
Let  no  created  greatnefs  dare 
With  our  eternal  God  compare, 

Arm'd  with  his  uncreated  might. 

3  He  bows  his  glorious  head  to  view 
What  the  bright  hofts  of  angels  do, 

And  bends  his  care  to  mortal'things  ; 
His  fov 'reign  hand  exalts  the  poor, 
He  takes  the  needy  from  the  door, 

And  feats  them  on  the  thrones  of  kings. 


-4°  PSALMS. 

4  When  childlefs.  families  defpair, 
He  lends  the  bleffings  of  an  heir, 
^  To  refcue  their  expiring- name  ; 
The  mother  with  a  thankful  voice, 
Proclaims  his  praifes  and  her  joys  ; 
Let  ev'ryage  advance  his  praife. 
PSALM     CXIII.     Long  Metre. 
Godfcvcrcign  and  grac;. 

*  "V~E  fen-ants  of  th'  almighty  King, 
X        In  every  age  his  praifes  fing  : 

Where'er  the  fun  mall  rife  or  fet, 

The  nations  mall  his  praife  repeat. 
s   Above  the  earth  beyond  the  fey, 

His  throne  of  glory  (lands  on  high  ; 

Nor  time  nor  place  his  power  retrain, 

Nor  bound  his  univerfal  reign. 

3  Which  of  the  fons  of  Adam°dare, 

'  Or  angels,  with  their  God  compare? 
His  glories  how  divinely  bright  ! 
Who  dwells  in  uncreated  light ! 

4  Behold  his  love  1  he  (loops  to  view 
What  faints  above  and  angels  do  ! 
And  condefcends,  yet  more,  to  know 
The  mean  affairs  of  men  below  ! 

5  From  dud  and  cottages  obfeure 
His  grace  exalts  the  humble  poor  ! 
Gives  them  the  honour  of  his  fons, 
And  fits  them  for  their  heav'nly  thrones. 

£6  A  word  of  his  creating  voice 

Can  make  the  barren  houfe  rejoice  : 
Though  Sarah's  ninety  years  were  pad, 
The  promis'd  feed  is  born  at  lad. 

7  With  joy  the  mother  views  her  fon, 
And  tells  the  wonders  God  has  done  ; 
Faith  may  grow  ftrong  when  fenfe  defpair* 
If  nature  fails  the  promife  bears.] 


PSALMS  241 

PSALM     CXIV.     Long  Metre. 
Miracles  attending  Jfraels  Journey, 
x   TTTHEN  Ifrael,  freed  from  Pharaoh's  hand, 
W     Left  the  proud  tyrant  and  his  land, 
The  tribes,  with  cheerful  homage,  own 
Their  king,  and  Judah  was  his  throne. 

2  Acrofs  the  deep  their  journey  lay  ; 
The  deep  divides  to  make  them  way  ; 
Jordan  beheld  their  march,  and  fled, 
With  backward  current,  to  his  head. 

3  The  mountains  fhook,  like  frighted  fheep*— 
Like  lambs,  the  little  hillocks  leap  ! 

Not  Sinai  on  herbafe  could  (land, 
Gonfcious  of  fov'reign  power  at  hand. 

4  What  power  could  make  the  deep  divide- 
Make  Jordan  backward  roll  his  tide  ? 
Why  did  ye  leap,  ye  little  hills  ? 

And  whence  the  dread  that  Sinai  feels  ? 

5  Let  every  mountain,  every  flood, 
Retire  and  know  th'  approaching  God, 
The  King  of  Ifrael  •  fee  him  here  ! 
Tremble,  thou  earth,  adore,  and  fear. 

6  He  thunders,  and  ail  nature  mourns, 
The  rock  to  (landing  pools  he  turns  ; 
Flints  fpring  with  fountains  at  his  word, 
And  fire's  and  feas  confefs  the  Lord. 

P  S  A  L  M     CXV.     Firft  Metre. 

The  true  God  our  refuge  ;  or,  Idolatry  reproved, 

1    l^TOT  to  ourfelves,  who  are  but  dull — 
JL^    Not  to  ourfelves  is  glory  due, 
Eternal  God,  thou  only  juft, 

Thou  only  gracious,  wife  and  true. 
•2  Difplay  to  earth  thy  dreadful  name  : 

Why  fhould  a  heathen's  haughty  tongue 
Infiilt  us,  and,  to  raife  our  (name, 

S^.v, cc  Where's  the  God  you've  fefVd  10  lor  * 


242  PSALM     S. 

3  The  God  we  ferve,  maintains  his  throne 

Above  the  clouds,  beyond  the  ikies  ; 
Through  all  the  earth  his  will  is  done, 
He  knows  our  groans,  he  hears  our  cries. 

4  But  the  vain  idols  they  adore, 

Are  fenfelefs  fhapes  of  (lone  and  wood  \ 
At  bed  a  mafs  of  glittering  ore, 
A  filver  faint,  or  golden  god. 

5  [With  eyes  and  ears  they  carve  the  head  : 

Deaf  are  their  ears,  their  eyes  are  blind  $ 
In  vain  are  coftly  offerings  made, 
And  vows  are  fcatter'd  in  the  wind. 

6  Their  feet  were  never  made  to  move, 

Nor  hands  to  fave,  when  mortals  pray  \ 
Mortals,  that  pay  them  fear  or  love, 
Seem  to  be  blind  and  deaf  as  they.] 

7  O  Ifrael,  make  the  Lord  thy  hope, 

Thy  help,  thy  refuge,  and  thy  reft  ; 
The  Lord  (hall  build  thy  ruins  up, 
And  blefs  the  people  and  the  prieft. 

8  The  dead  no  more  can  fpeak  thy  praife — 

They  dwell  in  filence  in  the  grave  \ 
But  we  fhall  live  to  ring  thy  grace, 
And  tell  the  world  thy  power  to  fave. 

PSALM    CXV.     Second  Metre.  As  the  new 
tune  of  the  50th  Pfalm. 

Idolatry  reproved. 

1   TWT  OT  to  our  names,  thou  only  juft  and  true, 
X^J     Not  to  our  worthlefs  names  is  glory  due  : 
Thy  power  and  gracc,thy  truth  and  juftice  claim 
Immortal  honours  to  thy  fov'reign  name  ; 
Shine  thro'  the  earth,    from    heav'n  thy  bleft 

abode  ; 
IU    let  the  heathens  fay,  "  Where  is  your  God  ? 


PSALMS.  243 

2  Heav'n  is  thine  higher  court :  there  ftands  thy 

throne, 
And  thro'  the  lower  worlds  thy  will  is  done  : 
God   fram'd  this  earth — the  (tarry  heav'ns  he 

fpread, 
But  iools  adore  the  gods  their  hands  have  made; 
The  kneeling  crow'd,  with  looks  devout,  behold 
Their  filver  faviours,  and  their  faints  of  gold. 

3  [Vain  are  thofe  artful  fhapes  of  eyes  and  ears— 
The  molten  image  neither  fees  nor  hears  ; 
Their  hands  are  helplefs,nor  their  feet  can  move, 
They  have  no  fpeech,  nor  thought,  nor  power, 

nor  love ; 
Yet  fottifh  mortals  make  their  long  complaints 
To  their  deaf  idols,  and  their  lifelefs  faints. 

4  The  rich  have  flatues  well  adorn'd  with  gold  ; 
The  poor,  content  with  gods  of  coarfer  mould* 
With  tools  of  iron  carve  the  fenfelefs  flock, 
Lopt  from  a  tree,  or  broken  from  a  rock  ; 
People  and  pried  drive  on  the  folemn  trade, 
And  trull  the  gods  that  faws  and  hammers  made.] 

5  Beheav'n  and  earth  amaz'd  !  'Tis  hard  to  fay 
Which  are  more  ftupid,  or  their  gods,  or  they, 
O  Ifrael,  truft  the  Lord :  he  hears  and  fees, 
He  knows  thy  forrows,  and  reftores  thy  peace  ; 
His  worfhip  does  a  thoufand  comforts  yield — 
Ke  is  thy  help,  and  he  thine  heav'nly  mield. 

£>  In  God  we  truft  :  our  impious  foe.-  in  vain 
Attempt  our  ruin,  and  oppofe  his  reign  ; 
Had  they  prevaiPd,darknefs  had  clos'd  our  days, 
And  death  and  filence  had  forbid  his  praife  ; 
But  we  are  fav'd,  and  live  :— Let  fongs  arife, 
And  Zion  blefs  the  God  thatimilt  the    ikies, 
X 


244  PSALM    S. 

PSALM  CXVI.  Firft  part.  Common  Metre. 

Recovery  fromficknefs. 

1  T  LOVE  the  Lord  :  he  heard  my  cries, 
j[     And  pitied  ev'ry  groan, 

Long  as  I  live,  when  troubles  rife, 
I'll  haften  to  his  throne. 

2  I  love  the  Lord  :  he  bow'd  his  ear, 

And  chas'd  my  griefs  away  : 
Oh  let  my  heart  no  more  defpair, 
When  I  have  breath  to  pray. 

3  My  flefh  declin'd,  my  fpirits  fell, 

And  I  drew  near  the  dead, 
While  inward  pangs  and  fears  of  hell, 
Perplex'd  my  wakeful  head. 

4  "  My  God,  (I  cry'd)  thy  fervant  fave, 

"  Thou  ever  good  and  juft ; 
ic  Thy  power  can  refcue  from  the  grave* 
"  Thy  power  is  all  my  truft." 

5  The  Lord  beheld  me  fore  diftreft, 

He  bade  my  pains  remove ; 
Return,  my  foul,  to  God  thy  reft, 
For  thou  haft  known  his  love. 

6  My  God  hath  fav'd  my  foul  from  death, 

And  dry'd  my  falling  tears : 
Now  to  his  praife  Pll  fpend  my  breath, 
And  my  remaining  years. 

PSALM    CXVI.   ver.  12,  6fc  Second  part* 
Common   Metre. 

Thanks  for  private  deliverance. 

1  V\  THAT  (hall  I  render  to  my  God 
W      For  all  his  kindnefs  mown  I 
My  feet  Shall  vifit  thine  abode, 
addrels  thy  throne. 


PSALMS.  245 

3  Among  the  faints  that  fill  thine  houfe 
My  ofFrings  fhall  be  paid  ; 
There  fhall  my  zeal  perform  the  vows 
My  foul  in  anguifh  made. 

3  How  much  is  mercy  thy  delight, 

Thou  ever-bleiled  God  3 
How  dear  thy  fervants  in  thy  fight  I 
How  precious  is  their  blood  ! 

4  How  happy  all  thy  fervants  are  1 

How  great  thy  grace  to  me  ! 
My  life  which  thou  haft  made  thy  care. 
Lord,  I  devote  to  thee. 

5  Now  I  am  thine,  forever  thine, 

Nor  fhall  my  purpofe  move  ; 
Thy  hand  has  loos'd  my  bonds  of  pain> 
And  bound  me  with  thy  lave. 

6  Here  in  thy  courts  I  leave  my  vow, 

And  thy  rich  grace  record  ^ 
Witnefs,  ye  faints,  who  hear  me  now, 
If  I  forfakc  the  Lord, 

PSAL  M  CXVII.     Common  Metre. 
Praife  to  God  from  all  nations* 
2    f~\  ALL  ye  nations,  praife  the  Lord, 
\_Jf  Each  with  a  difFrent  tongue  j 
In  ev'ry  language  learn  his  word, 
And  let  his  name  be  fung. 

2  His  mercy  reigns  thro''  ev'ry  land  ; 
Proclaim  his  grace  abroad  ; 
Forever  firm  his  truth  mall  ft  and — 
Praife  ye  the  faithful  God. 

PSALM  CXVII.     Long  Metre. 

1   TpROM  all  that  dwell  below  the  fkies 
X      Let  the  Creator's  praife  arife  ; 
Let  the  Redeemer's  name  be  fung 
Thro'  ev'ry  land,  by  ev'ry  tongue. 


246  PSALM     S. 

2  Eternal  are  thy  mercies,  Lord  ; 
Eternal  truth  attends  thy  word  ; 
Thy  praife  mail  found  from  more  to  more, 
'Till  funs  (hall  fet  and  rife  no  more. 

P,SALM  CXVII.     Short  Metre. 

i   rTPHY  name,  almighty  Lord, 

_!_     Shall  found  thro'  diftant  lands  : 
Great  is  thy  grace,  and  fure  thy  word  : 
Thy  truth  forever  ftands, 

a  Ear  be  thine  honour  fpread, 
And  long  thy  praife  endure, 
'Till  morning  light  and  ev'ning  fhade 
Shall  be  exchanged  no  more. 

PSALM  CXVIII.  ver.  6,    15.     Second  part, 
Common  Metre. 

Deliverance  from  a  tumult. 

1  *  A  'LIE  Lord  appears  my  helper  now, 

JL     Nor  is  my  faith  afraid 
What  all  the  fons  of  earth  can  do, 
Since  heav'n  affords  its  aid. 

2  *Tis  fafer  Lord  to  hope  in  thee, 

And  ha\e  my  God  my  friend, 
Than  trull  in  men  of  high  degree, 
And  on  their  truth  depend. 

3  'Tis  through  the  Lord  my  heart  is  ftrong, 

In  him  my  Hps  rejoice  ; 
While  his  falvation  is  my  fong, 
How  cheerful  is  my  voice ! 

4  Like  angry  bees  they  girt  me  round  > 

When  God  appears  they  fly  : 
So  burning  thorns  with  cracking  found, 
Make  a  fierce  blaze  and  die. 

v- 


PSALMS.  247 

5  Joy  to  the  faints  and  peace  belongs  : 
The  Lord  protects  their  days  : 
Let  Ifrael  tune  immortal  fongs 
To  his  almighty  grace* 

PSALM  CXVIIL  yen   17,-21.  Second  pare 
Common    Metre. 

Public   praife  for  deliverance  from  death. 

x   '        ORD,  thou  haft  heard  thy  fervant  cry,, 
f   1     And  refcu'd  from  the  grave  ; 
Now  fha.ll  he  live ;  (and  none  can  die, 
If  God  refolve  to  fave.) 
■2,  Thy  praife,  more  conftant  than  before, 
Shall  fill  his  daily  breath  ; 
Thy  hand  that  hath  chaftis'd  him  fore, 
Defends  him  ft  ill  from  death. 
3  Open  the  gate  of  Zion  now, 
For  we  fhall  worfhip  there, 
The  houfe  where  all  the  righteous  go5 
Thy  mercy  do  declare. 
4.  Among'  th'  affemblies  of  the  faints 

Our  thankful  voice  we  raife  ; 
.    There  we  have  told  thee  our  complaints, 
And  there  we  fpeak  thy  praife. 

iPS  AL  M   CXVIIL  ver.  22,  23.  Third  part. 
Common   Metre. 

Chrijl  the  foundation  of  the  church., 

1   T>  EHOLD  the  fare  foundation  ftons 
.13      Which  God  in  Zion  lays, 
To  build  our  heav'nly  hopes  upon3 
And  his  eternal  pfaifel 
£  Chofen  of  God,  to  iinners  cear9 
And  faints  adore  the  name, 
Theytruft  their  whole  falvatiori  here, 
Nor  fhali  they  fuller  fhame. 


M  PSALM     K 

3  The  foolifli  builders,  fcribe  and  prieft„ 

Rejecl  it  with  difdain ; 
Firm  on  this  rock  the  church  mail  reft, 
.    And  envy  rage  in  vain. 

4  What  tho'  the  gates  of  hell  withftood  I 

Yet  ranft  this  building  rife  : 
rTis  thy  own  work,  almighty  God, 
And  wondrous  in  our  eyes. 

PSALM  CXVIII.  ver.  24,  25,  2d.  Fourth  parr- 
Common  Metre. 

Mofannab  ;  the  Lsrd's  day  ;  or,  Chrijfs  refurreo 
tion,  and  cur  falvation. 

2   T  1  ''HIS  is  the  day  the  Lord  hath  mader 
_§.       He  calls  the  hours  his  own  : 
Let  fteav'n  rejoice,  let  earth  be  glad^ 
And  praife  furround  the  throne. 

2  To-day  he  rofe  and  left  the  dead  : 

And  Satan's  empire  fell — 
To-day  the  faints  his  triumph  fpread,,. 
And  all  his  wonders  tell. 

3  Hofannah  to  th'  anointed  king; 

Te  David's  holy  Son, 
Help  us,  OLord;  defcend  and  brings 
Salvation. from  thy  throne. . 

4  Blefs'd  is  the  Lord,  who  comes  to  men 

With  meflages  of  grace  ; 
Who  comes  in  God  his  Father's  name2 
To  fave  our  finful*  race*- 

5  Hofannah,  in  the  higheft  drains 

The  church  on  earth  can  raife  *, 
The  higheil  heav'ns,  in  which  he  reignSw 
Shall  give  himjiobler  praife. 


PSALMS.  249 

PSALM  CXVIIT.  ver.  22,-27.     Short  Metre. 

An  hofannah  for  the  Lord's  day  ;  or,  A  new  Jong  f 
fahation  by  Chrift* 

1  C!  ^E  what  a  living  ftone 
C3     The  builders  did  refufe  ; 

Yet  God  hath  built  his  church  thereof. 
In  fpi'te  of  envious  Jews. 

2  The  fcrihe  and  angry  prieft 

Reject  thine  only  Son  ; 
Yet  on  this  rock  fhall  Zion  reft* 
As  the  chief  corner  ftone. 

3  The  work,  O  Lord,  is  thine, 

And  wondrous  in  our  eyes  : 
This  day  declares  it  all  divine* 
This  day  did  Jefus  rife.. 

4  This  is  the  glorious  day 

That  our  redeemer  made  t 
Let  us  rejoice,  and  fing  and  prav, 
Let  all  the  church  be  glad. 

5  Hofannah  to  the  king 

Of  David's  royal  blood  : 
Blefs  him,  ye  faints,  he  comes  to  bring- 
Salvation  from  your  God. 

6  We  blefs  thine   holy  word, ; 

Which  all  this  grace  difplays  ; 
And  offer  on  thine  altar,  Lord* 
Our  facrifice  of  praiie.. 

T ■  S  A  L  M  CXVIII,  ver.  22,-27.  Long  Metre. 

An  hofannah  for  the  Lord's*  day  ;    or,  A  new  form 

of  fahation  by  Chriji. 

%   T     O  what  a  glorious-  Corner-ftone, 
I  J     The  Jewifh  builders  did  refufe! 
But. God  hath  built  his. church  thereon. 
In   fpite  of  envy,  and  the  Jews* 


sso  PSALM    S. 

2  Great  God,  the  work  is  all  divine, 

The  joy  and  wonder  of  our  eyes ; 
This  is  the  day  that  proves  it  thine, 
The  day  that  faw  our  Saviour  rife. 

3  Sinners  rejoice,  and  faints  be  glad  ; 

Hofanna,  let  his  name  be  blefs'd  , 
A  thoufand  honours  on  his  head, 

With  peace,  and  light,  and  glory  reft  ! 

4  In  God's  own  name  he  comes  to  bring 

Salvation  to  our  dying  race  ; 
Let  the  whole  church  addrefs  their  King 
With  hearts  of  joy  and  fongs  of  praife. 

I  have  collected  and  difpcfed  of  the  mod  ufeful 
verfes  of  the  cxixth  Pialm  under  eighteen  different 
heads,  and  formed  a  divine  fong  upon  each  of  them. 
But  the  verfes  are  much  tranfpofed,  to  attain  fome 
degree  of  connexion. 

In  fome  places,  among  the  words  law ',  command rs, 
judgments,  teftimonies,  I  have  ufed  gcfpel,  word, 
'truth,  grace*,  fromifes,  &c.  as  more  agreeable  to 
the  New  Teftamenf,  and  the  common  language  of 
Chriftians,  and  it  equally  anfwers  thedefign  of  the 
Pfalmift,  which  was  to  recommend  the  holy  Scrip- 
ture. 
PSALM  CXIX.    Pirft  part.  Common  Metre- 

The  blejfednefs   of  faints,  and  mifery  of ^ /inner  s. 
Ver.   i,  2,  3. 

1  TX  LESS'D  are  the  undenTd  in  heart, 
_Sj  Whole  ways  are  right  and  clean  ; 
Who  never  from  thy  law  depart, 

But  fly  from  ev'ry  fin. 

2  Blefs'd  are  the  men  that  keep  thy  word, 

And  pra<5tife  thy  commands  ; 
With  their  whole  hearts  they  feck  the  Lord, 
And  fervethee  with  their  hands* 


PSALMS.  251 

Ver.   165. 

3  Great  is  their  peace  who  love  thy  law  > 

How  firm  their  fouls  abide  ! 
Nor  can  a  bold  temptation  draw  v 
Their  fteady  feet  afide. 

Ver.  6. 

4  Then  (hall  my  heart  have  inward  joy, 

And  keep  my  face  from  fhame, 
When  all  thy  ltatutes  I  obey, 
And  honour  all  thy  name. 

Ver,  2i,   118. 

5  But  haughty  finners  will  I  hate, 

The  proud  mall  die  accurs'd  ; 
The  fons  of  falfehood  and  deceit 
Are  trodden  to  the  duft. 

Ver.  119,   155. 

6  Vile  as  the  drofs  the  wicked  are  : 

And  thofe  that  leave  thy  ways 
Shall  fee  falvation  from  afar, 
But  never  taite  thy  grace. 

PSALM  CXIX.     Second  part. 

Secret  devotion  and  fpiritual  mindednefs  ;  or,  Con- 
Jiani  eonverfe  with  God* 

Ver.   1.47,  55. 

1  rT^O  thee  before  the  dawning  light, 

§      My  gracious  God,  I  pray, 
I  meditate  thy  name  by  night, 
And  keep  thy  law  by  day. 
Ver.  81. 

2  My  fpirit  faints  to  fee  thy  grace, 

Thy  promife  bears  me  up  : 
And  while  falvation  long  delays* 
Thy  word  fupports  my  hope* 


H*}  PSALMS. 

Ver.   164. 

3  Sev'n  times  a  day  I  lift  my  hands, 

And  pay  my  thanks  to  thee  : 
Thy  righteous  providence  demands 
Repeated  praife  from  me. 
Ver.  62. 

4  When  midnight  darknefs  veils  the  Ikies, 

I  call  thy  works  to  mind  ; 
My  thoughts  in  warm  devotion  rife, 
And  iweet  acceptance  find. 

PSALM  CXIX.     Third  part. 

ProfeJJloiu  offincerity^  repentance,  and  obedience, 
Ver.  $j,  60. 

1  !     ^HOU  art  my  portion,  O  my  God  ; 

JL     Soon  as  I  know  thy  wav, 
My  heart  makes  hafte  t'  obey  thy  word, 
And  fullers  no  delay. 

Ver.   13,   14. 

2  I  chufe  the  path  of  heav'nly  truth, 

And  glory  in  my  choice  : 

Not  all  the  riches-  of  the  earth 

Could  make  me  fo  rejoice. 

3  The  teftimonies  of  thy  grace, 

I  let  before  my  eyes  ; 
Thence  I  derive  my  daily. ftrength, 
And  here  my  comfort  lies. 

4.  11  once  I  wander  from  thy  path, 
I  think  upon  thy  ways, 
Then  turn  my  feet  to  thy  commands, 
And  truft  thy  pardoning  grace. 
Ver.  94,   1 12. 

5  Now  I  am  thine,  forever  thine, 

O  fave  thy  fervant,  Lord, 
Thou  art  my  fhield,  my  hiding  place 
My  hope  is  in  thy  word. 


PSALMS,  255 

Ver.     112. 
Thou  haft  inclin'd  this  heart  of  mine 

Thy  ftatutes  to  fulfil  :  ' 
And  thus,  till  mortal  life  mall  end, 

Would  I  perform  thy  will. 

PSALM    CXtX.     Fourth  part. 
Injlruftion  from  fcripiure. 
Ver.  9. 

HOW  mall  the  young  fecure  their  hearts, 
And  guard  their  lives  from  fin  ? 
Thy  word  the  choicefl  rules  imparts 
To  keep  the  confcience  clean. 
Ver.   130.  - 
When  once  it  enters  to  the  mind, 

It  fpreads  fuch  light  abroad, 
The  meaneft  fouls  inflruclion  find, 
And  raife  their  thoughts  to  God. 
Ver.   105. 
'Tis  like  the  fun,  a  heavenly  light, 

That  guides  in  all  the  day  ; 
And,  through  the  dangers  of  the  night, 
A  lamp  to  lead  our  way. 

"  Ver.  99,  100. 
The  men  that  keep  thy  law  with  care, 

And  meditate  thy  word, 
Grow  wifer  than  their  teachers  are, 
And  better  know  the  Lord. 
Ver.   104,   113. 
Thy  precepts  make  me  truly  wife  ; 

I  hate  the  finners  road  : 
I  hate  my  own  vain  thoughts  that  rife, 
But  love  thy  law,  my  God. 
Ver.    89,  90,  91. 
[The  ftarry  heavens  thy  rule  obey, 
The  earth  maintains  her  place  ; 
And  thefe  thy  fervants  night  and  day, 
Thy  fkill  and  pow'r  exprefs. 


254  PSALM     S. 

7  But  ftill  thy  law  and  gofpel,  Lord, 

Have  leffons  more  divine  : 
Not  earth  (lands  firmer  than  thy  word, 
Nor  fiar.s  fo  nobly  fhine.] 

Ver.   i  go,   140,  9,   119. 

8  Thy  word  is  everlafting  truth, 

How  pure  is  ev'ry  page  ! 
That  holy  book  fhall  guide  our  youth, 
And  well  fupport  our  age. 

PSALM    CXIX.    Fifth  part. 

Delight  in  jcripture ;  or,  The  word  of  God  dwell- 

ing  in    us, 

Ver.  97. 

1  y^V  HOW  I  love  thy  holy  law  ! 
\JF     'Tis  daily  my  delight  : 
And  thence  my  meditations  draw 

Divine  advice  by  night. 
Ver.   148. 

2  My  waking  eyes  prevent  the  day, 

To  meditate  thy  word : 
My  foul  with  longing  melts  away 
To  hear  thy  gofpel,  Lord. 
Ver.    3,   13,  54. 

3  Thy  heav'nly  words  my  heart  engage  I 

And  well  employ  my  tongue ! 
And,  in  my  tirefome  pilgrimage, 
Yield  me  a  heav'nly  fong. 
Ver.    19, '103. 

4  Am  I  a  ftranger,  or  at  home, 

'lis  my  perpetual  feaft  : 
Not  honey  dropping  from  the  comb 
So  much  allures  the  tafte. 
Ver.   72,   127. 

5  No  treafure.s  fo  enrich  the  mind  j 

Nor  fhall  thy  word  be  fold 

For  loads  of  filver  well  refin'd, 

Nibr  heaps  of  choicefl  gold, 


P     S     A     L     M     S.  255 

Ver.    28,  49/J75. 
6  When  nature  finks,  and  fpirits  droop, 
Thv  promifes  of  grace 
Are  pillars  to  fupport  my  hope, 
And  there  I  write  thy  prai:e. 

PSALM    CX1X.    Sixth  part. 

HoJinefs  and  comfort  from  the  word. 

Ver.    12  0. 

1  If     ORD,  I  efteem  thy  judgments  right, 
l_j      And  all  thy  ftatutes  jufr  ; 
Thence  I  maintain  a  conftant  fight  . 

With  every  flattering  luit. : 
Ver.    97,   9. 

2  Thy  precept::;  orten  I  furvey  : 

I  keep  thy  ia^  in  fight. 
Through  all  the  bus'neis  of  the  day, 
To  lorm  my.  aaions  right. 
Ver.   62. 

3  My  heart  in  midnight  filence  cries, 

cc  How  fweet  thy  comforts  be  ! 
My  thoughts  in  holy  wonder  life, 
And  bring  their  thanks  to  thee/' 
Ver.   162. 

4  And  when  my  fpirit  drinks  her  fill 

At  fonie  good  word  of  thine, 
Not  mighty  men  that  {hare  the  fpoil, 
Have  joys  compar'd  to  mine. 

PSALM     CXIX.      Seventh   part. 

Imperfection  of  nature ,  and  perfection  effcripiure. 

Ver.  96.    paraphrafed. 
1    "1"     ET  all  the  Heathen  wrjters  join 
JL_j     To  form  one  per  fed  book, 
Great  God,  if  once  eorripar;d  with  thine, 


How  mean  their  writings  look 


Y 


256  P     S     A     L     M     S. 

2  Not  the  mod  perfect  rules  they  gave 

Could  fhew  one  fin  forgiv'n, 
Nor  lead  a  ftep  beyond  the  grave  ; 
But  thine  conduct  to  heav'n. 

3  I've  feen  an  end  to  what  we  call 

Perfection  here  below  ; 
How  fhort  the  pow'rs  of  nature. fall, 
And  can  no  farther  go. 

4  Yet  men  would  fain  be  juft  with. God, 

By  works  their  hands  have  wrought  ; 
But  thy  commands,  exceeding  broad, 
Extend  to  every  thought. 

5  In  vain  we  boaft  perfection  here, 

While  iin  denies  our  frame, 
And  finks  our  virtues  down  fo  far 
They  fcarce  deferve  the  name. 

6  Our  faith  and  love,  and  every  grace,     - 

Fall  far  below  thy  word  ; 
But  perfect  truth  and  righteoufnefs 
Dwell  only  with  the  Lord. 

P  S  A  L  M     CXIX.     Eighth   part. 

The  excellency  and  variety  offcripiurc. 

Ver.    m.  Paraphrafed. 
i    TT     ORD,  I  have  made  thy  word  my  choice, 
JLj      My  lading 'heritage  ; 
There  mail  my  nobleft  powers  rejoice, 
My  warmefl  thoughts  engage. 

2  111  read  the  hifi!ries  of  thy  love, 
And  keep  thy  laws  in  fight, 
While  through  the  promifes  I  rove, 
With  ever-frefh  delight. 

4 
l 


P     S     A     L     M     S. 

3  'Tis  a  broad  land  of  wealth  unknown, 

Where  iprings  of  life  arile, 
Seeds  of  immortal  blifs  are  known, 
And  hidden  glory  lies. 

4  The  bed  relief  that  mourners  have, 

It  makes  our  forrows  bleft  ; 
Oar  faireft  hope  beyond  the  grave, 
And  our  etenialreft.  ' 

P  S  A  L  M  CXIX.  Ninth  part.  ' 

Dejire  of  knowledge, 

Ver.  64,  63,   18. 

1  HFTHY  mercies  fill  the  earth,  O  Lord, 

J_     How  good  thy  wooks  appear  ! 
Open  my  eyes  to  read  thy  word. 
And  fee  thy  wonders  there. 

Ver.  73,   125. 

2  My  heart  was  famion'd  by  thy  hand, 
My  fervice  is  thy  due, 

O  !  make  thy  fervant  underftand 
The  duties  I  muff.  do. 

Ver.    19. 

3  Since  Pm  a  ftranger  here  below, 
Thy  path  O  1  do  not  hide  ; 

But  mark  the  read  my  feet  mould  go, 
And  be  my  conftant  guide. 
Ver.   26. 

4  "When  I  confefs'd  my  wand'ring  ways. 
Thou  heard'ft  my  foul  complain  ; 

Grant  me  the  teachings  o£thy  grace, 
Or  I  Ihall  ft  ray  again. 

Ver-  33*  34- 

5  If  God  to  rnehisftatutes  mew, 
And  heav'nly  truth  impart  -, 

His  work  forever  I'll  purfue, 
His  law  mall  rule  my  heart. 


"5 


258  P     S     A     L     M     S. 

VerJ  50,  71. 

6.  This  was  my  comfort  when  I  bore 

Variety  of  grief ; 
It  made  me  learn  thy  word  the  more, 

And  fly  to  that  relief. 

Ver.  51. 

[7  In  vain  the  proud  deride  me  now  ; 

I'll  ne'er  forget  thy  law, 
Nor  let  that  hleffed  gofpel  go, 

Whence  all  my  hopes  I  draw. 

Ver.   27,    171. 

8  When  I  have  learn'd  my  Father's  will, 
I'll  teach  the  world  his  ways  ; 

My  thankful  lips  irifpir'd  with  zeal, 
Shall  ring  aloud  his  praife.] 

PSALM  CXIX.  Tenth  part. 

Pleading  the  promifes. 

Ver.   38,  49. 

1  "O  EHOLD  thy  waiting  fervant,  Lord, 
Xj?  Devoted  to  thy  fear  ;  » 

Remember  and  confirm  thy  word, 
For  all  my  hopes  are  there. 

Ver.  41,  58,   107. 

2  Had  thou  not  fentfalvation  down, 
And  promis'd  quick'ning  grace  ? 

Doth  not  my  heart  addrefs  thy  throne  ? 
And  yet  thy  love  delays. 

Ver.    123,  42. 

3  Mine  eyes  for  thy  falvation  fail ; 
O  bear  thy  fervant  up  ; 

Nor  let  the  fcorTing  lips  prevail, 
Who  dare  reproach  my  hope. 


P     S     A     L     M     8.  259 

Ver.  49,  74. 
4  Didft  thou  not  raife  my  faith,   O  Lord  ? 

Then  let  thy  truth  appear  : 
Saints  fhall  rejoice  in  my  reward, 

And  truft  as  well  as  fear. 

PSALM  CXIX.  Eleventh  part. 

Breathing  after  holinefs. 

Ver.  5,  33. 

1  £ "\  THAT  the  Lord  would  guide  my  ways 

\y  To  keep  his  ftatutes  ftill ! 
O^that  my  God  would  grant  me  grace 
To  know  and  keep  his  will ! 

Ver.  29. 

2  O  fend  thy  fpirit  down  to  write 
Thy  law  upon  my  heart ! 

Nor.  let  my  tongue  indulge  deceit. 
Nor  act  the  liar's  part. 

Ver.  36,  37. 

3  From  vanity  turn  off  my  eyes ; 
Let  no  corrupt  defign^ 

Nor  covetous  defires,  arife 
Within  this  foul  of  mine. 

Ver.   133. 

4  Order  my  footfteps  by  thy  word, 
And  make  my  heart  fincere  : 

Let  fin  have  no  dominion,  Lord, 
But  keep  my  confcience  clean 

Ver.  176. 

5  My  foul  hath  gone  too  far  aft  ray, 
My  feet  too  often  flip  ; 

Yet  fince  I  keep  in  mind  thy  way, 
Reftore  thy  wand'ring  fheep. 
Y  2 


26o  PSALM     S. 

6  Make  me  to  walk  in  thy  commands 

'Tis  a  delightful  road  ; 
Nor  let  my  head,  or  heart,  or  hands, 

Offend  againft  my  God. 

PSALM  CXIX.  Twelth  part, 

Breathing  after,  comfort  and  deliverance, 

Ver.   153. 

1  1%/f Y   G°d'  confldcr  my  diftrefs, 
kyJt   ^et  mercy  plead  my  caufe  ; 

Though  I  have  finn'd  againft  thy  grace, 

I  ne'er  forgot  thy  laws. 

Ver.   39,    116. 

2  Forbid,  forbid  the  (harp  reproach 
Which  I  fojuftly  fear;1 

Uphold  my  life,  uphold  my  hopes, 
Nor  let  my  fhame  appear. 

Ver.    12  2,-   135. 

3  Be  thou  a  furety,  Lord,  for  me, 
Nor  let  the  proud  opprefs  ; 

But  make  thy  waiting  fervant  fee 
The  minings  of  thy  face. 

Ver.   81. 

4  My  eyes  with  expectation  fail, 
My  heart  within  me  cries, 

*£  When  will  the  Lord  his  truth  fulfil, 
"   And  bid  my  comforts  rife  ?" 

Ver.   152. 

5  Look  down  upon  my  forrows,  Lord, 
And  mow  thy  grace-the  fame, 

Thy  tender  mercies  dill  afford 
To  thofe  that  iove  thy  name. 


PSALMS.  .    261 

PSALM  CXIX.  Thirteenth  part. 

Holy  fear,  and  tendernefs  of  confctence. 
Ver.    10. 

ITH  my  whole  heart  Pve  fought  thy  face, 
O  let  me  never  ilray 
From  thy  commands,  O  God  of  grace, 
Nor  tread  the  Tinner's  way. 

Ver.    12. 

2  Thy  word  Pve  plac'd  within  my  heart, 
To  keep  my  confcience  clean, 

Ami  be  an  everlaft-hig  guard 
For  ev'ry  riling  fin. 

Ver-  63>  53>   i58- 

3  Pm  a  companion  of  the  faints,  - 
Who  fear  and  love  the  Lord  ; 

Mv  forrows  rife,  my  nature  faints, 
When  men  tranfgrefs  thy  word. 

Ver.    161,    163. 

4  While  fmners  do  thy  gofpel  wrong, 
My  fpirit  (lands  in  awe  ; 

My  foul  abhors  a  lying  tongue, 
But  loves  thy  righteous  law. 

Ver.    161,   120. 

5  My  heart  with  facred  rev'rence  hears 
The  threat'nings  of  thy  word  ; 

My  flefh  with  holy  trembling  fears 
The  judgments  of  the  Lord. 

Ver.   166,   174. 

6  My  God,  I  long,  I  hope,  I  wait, 
For  thy  falvation  ftill ; 

While  thy  whole  law  is  my  delight, 
And  I  obey  thy  will. 


262  PSALMS. 

PSALM  CXIX.  Fourteenth  part. 

Be?iejit  of 'ajfiiftiom ,  andfupport  under  them. 
Ver.    153,  81,  82. 

1  CONSIDER  all  my  forrows  Lord, 
\^ji   And  thy  deliv'rance  fend  \ 

My  foul  for  thy  falvation  faints, 
When  will  my  troubles  end  ? 

Ver.  71. 

2  Yet  I  have  found   'tis  good  for  me 
To  bare  my  father's  rod  : 

Afflictions  make  me  learn  thy  law, 
A&d  live  upon  my  God. 

Ver.   50. 

3  This  is  the  comfort  I  enjoy, 
"When  new  diftrefs  begins, 

1  read  thy  word,  I  run  thy  way, 
And  hate  my  former  fins. 

Ver.  92. 

4  Had  not  thy  word  been  my  delight 
When  earthly  joys  were  fled, 

My  foul,  opprefs'd  with  forrow's  weight, 
Had  funk  amongft  the  dead. 

Ver.  75. 

5  I  know  thy  judgments,  Lord,  are  right, 
Though  they  may  feein  Jevere  ; 

The  (harped  fufPrings  I  endure 
Flow  from  thy  faithful  care. 

Ver.  6y. 

6  Before  I  knew  thy  chaft'ning  rod 
My  feet  were  apt  to  ft  ray  ; 

But  now  I  learn  to  keep  ihey  word. 
Nor  wander  from  thy  way. 


P     S     A     L     M     S.  263 

PSALM  CXIX.     Fifteenth  part. 

Hcly  resolutions. ' 

Ver.  93. 

x    ^""X   THAT  thy  ftatutes  ev'ry  hour 
\^J  Might  dwell  upon  my  mind  ! 
Thence  I  derive  a  quick'ning  pow'r, 
And  daily  peace  I  find. 

Ver.   15,   16. 

2  To  meditate  thy  precepts,  Lord, 

Shall  be  my  fweet  employ  ; 
My  foul  mall  ne'er  forget  thy  word, 
Thy  word  is  all  my  joy. 

Ver.   32. 

3  How  would  I  run  in  thy  commands, 

If  thou  my  heart  difcharge, 
From  fin-  and  Satan's  hateful  chains, 
And  fet  my  feet  at  large  ? 

Ver.   13,  46. 

4  My  lips  with  courage  mall  declare 

Thy  ftatutes  and  thy  name, 
I'll  fpeak  thy  word  though  kings  mould  hear, 
Nor  yield  to  linful  fhame. 

Ver.   61,  69,  70. 

5  Let  bands  of  perfecutors  rife 

To  rob  me  of  my  right, 
Let  pride  and  malice  forge  their  lies, 
Thy  law  is  my  delight. 

Ver.  115. 

6  Depart  from  me,  ye  wicked  race, 

Whofe  hands  and  hearts  are  ill  : 
I  love  my  God,  I  love  his  ways. 
And  muft'obev  his  will. 


264  P     S     A     L     M     S. 

PSALM  CXIX.     Sixteenth  part. 
A  fr  dyer  for  quickening  grace* 

Ver.  25,  $j. 

1  *fa  y|"  Y  foul  lies  cleaving  to  the  dufl  ; 
1 \  JL  Lord,  give  me  life  divine  -> 
From  vain  defires,  and  ev'ry  lull, 

Turn  off  thefe  eyes  of  mine. 

2  I  need  the  influence  of  thy  grace 

To  fpeed  me  in  thy  way, 
Left  I  mould  loiter  in  my  race. 
Or  turn  my  feet  aftray. 

Ver.  107. 

3  When  fore  afflictions  prefs  me  down, 

I  need  thy  quick'ning  pow'rs  ; 
Thy  word,  that  I  have  reftedon, 
Shall  help  my  heavieft  hours. 

Ver.   156,  40. 

4  Are  not  thy  mercies  fov'reign  ftill, 

And  thou  a  faithful  God  ? 
Wilt  thou  not  grant  me  warmer  zeal 
To  run  the  heavenly  road  ? 

Ver.   159,  40. 

5  Does  not  my  heart  thy  precepts  love, 

And  long  to  fee  thy  face  ? 
And  yet  how  flow  my  fpirits  move 
Without  enliv'ning  grace  ! 

Ver."  93. 

6  Then  fhall  I  love  thy  gofpel  more, 

And  ne'r  forget  thy  word, 
When  I  have  felt  it's  quick'ning  pow'r 
To  draw  me  near  the  Lord. 


PSALMS.  265 

PSALM  CXIX.    Seventeenth  part.    Long  Metre. 

Grace  Joining  in  difficulties  and  trials. 

Ver.   143,  28. 

1  ^"T7"HEN  pain  and  anguifh  feize  me,  Lord, 

V  V       All  mY  fuPPort  ^  from  thy  word  ; 
My  foul  diflblves  for  heavinefs  : 
Uphold  me  with  thy  ftrength'ning  grace. 
Ver.     51,  69,   no. 

2  The  proud  have  fram'd  their  feoffs  and  lies, 
They  watch' my  feet  with  envious  eyes, 
They  tempt  my  foul  to  fnares  and  fin  ; 

Yet  thy  commands  I  ne'er  decline. 
Ver.     161,   78. 

3  They  hate  me,  Lord,  without  a  caufe, 
They  hate  to  fee  me  love  thy  laws  ; 
But  I  will  trufl  and  fear  thy  name, 
Till  pride  and  malice  die  with  fhame. 

PSALM     CXIX.     Laft  part. 

Sanctified  afflictions  ;  or,  Delight  in    the  word  of 

God. 

Ver.   67,    £0. 

1  T^ATHER,  Iblefs   thy'gentle  hand ; 
Jl        How  kind  was  thy  chaftifmg  rod,' 
That  fore'd  my  confeience  to  a  (land, 

And  brought  my  wand'ring  foul  to  God  ! 

2  Foolifh  and  vain,  I  went  ail  ray, 

Ere  I  had  felt  thy  fcourges,  Lord, 
I  left  my  guide,  and  loft  my  way  : 
But  now  I  love  and  keep  thy  word. 
Ver.   7  1 . 

3  'Tis  good  for  me  to  wear  the  yoke, 

For  pride  is  apt  to  rife  and  fwell  ; 
'Tis  good  to  bear  my  father's  ftroke, 
That  I  might  learn  his  ftatutes  well. 


266  P     5     A     L     M     S. 

Ver.   72. 

4  The  law  that  i flues  from  thy  mouth 

Shall  raife  my  cheerful  pafTions  more 
Than  all  the  treafures  of  the  fouth, 
Or  richelt  hills  of  golden  ore. 

Ver.  y$. 

5  Thy  hands  have  made  my  mortal  frame, 

Thy  fpitit  form'd  my  foul  within  : 
Teach  me  to  know  thy  wondrous  name, 
And  guard  me  fafefrom  death  and  fin. 

Ver.   74. 

6  Then  all  that  love  and  fear  the  Lord 

At  my  falvation  mail  rejoice  ; 
For  I  have  trailed  in  thy  word, 

And  made  thy  grace  my  only  choice. 

PSALM     CXX.     Common  Metre. 

Complaint  of quarreljome  neighbours  ;  or,  A  devout 
wyh  for  peace, 

1  nnHOCJ  God  of  love,  thou  ever-blett, 

J.        Pity  my  fufPring  (late  ; 
When  wilt  thou  fet  my  foul  at  reft, 
From  lips  that  love  deceit  ? 

2  Hard  lot  of  mine  !  My  days  are  cad 

Among  the  fons  of  ftrife, 
Whofe  never-ceafing  quarrels  wade 
My  golden  hours  oflife. 

3  Oh  might  I  fly  to  change  my  place, 

How  would  I  choofe  to  dwell 

In  fome  wide  lonefome  wildernefs, 

And  leave  thefe  gates  of  hell  ! 

4  Peace  is  the  bleffiiig  that  I  feek, 

How  lovely  are  its  charms ! 
1  am  for  peace  ;  but  when  I  fpeak, 
They  ail  declare  for  arms. 


P     S     A     L     M     S.  267 

5  New  pafTions  flill  their  fouls  engage, 
And  keep  their  malice  ftrong  : 

What  mould  be  done  to  curb  thy  rage, 
O  thou  devouring  tongue  ! 

6  Should  burning  arrows  finite  thee  thro* 
Stricl  juilice  would  approve  ; 

But  I  would  rather  fpare  my  foe. 
And  melt  his  heart  with  love. 

P  S  A  L  M    CXXL     Long  Metre. 
Divine  protection. 

1  TTPto   the  hills  I  lift  mine  eyes, 
%^J      ThV-  eternal  hills  beyond  the  fkies  ; 

Thence  all  her  help  my  foul  derives  ; 
There  ray  almighty  refuge  lives. 

2  He  lives  ;  the  everlafling  God, 
That  built  the  world,  that  fpread  the  flood  ; 
The  heav'ns,  with  all  their  hoft,    he  made, 
And  the  dark  regions  of  the  dead. 

3  He  guides  our  feet,  he  guards  our  way  ; 
His  morning  fmiles  adorn  the  day  : 
He  fpread s  the  ev'ning  veil,  and  keeps 
The  file.nt  hours  while  Ifrael  fleeps. 

4  Ifrael,  a  name  divinely  blefl, 
May  rife  fecure,  fecurely  reft  ; 
Thy  wholy  guardian's  wakeful  eyes 
Admit  no  11  umber,  nor  furprife. 

5  No  fun  fhall  fmite  thy  head  by  clay, 
Nor  the  pale  moon  with  fickly  ray 
Shall  blaft  thy  couch  ;  no  baleful  frar 
Darts  his  malignant  fire  fo  far. 

6  Should  earth  and  hell  with  malice  burn, 
Still  thou  (halt  go,  and  dill  return  : 
Safe  in  the  Lord  !  his  heavenly  care 
Defends  thy  life  from  every  fnare. 

Z 


»6-g  PSALMS. 

7   On  thee  foul  fpirits  have  no  power  \ 
And  in  thy  laft  departing  hour 
Angels,  that  trace  the  airy  road, 
Shall  bear  thee  homeward  to  thy  God, 


PSALM    CXXI.     Common  Metre, 

Prcfervation  by  day  and  night. 

i  'T^  O  neav'n  I  lift  my  waiting  eyes, 
JL       There  all  my  hopes  are  laid  ; 
The  Lord  that  built  the  earth  and  ikies 
Is  my  perpetual  aid. 

2  Their  ftedfaft  ket  mail  never  fall, 

Whom  he  defigns  to  keep  ; 
His  ear  attends  the  fofteft  call  ; 
His  eyes  can  never  fleep. 

3  He  will  fuftain  our  weakeft  powers 

With  his  almighty  arm, 
And  watch  our  moft  unguarded  hours 
Aeainft  furprifing  harm. 

4  Ifrael  rejoice,  and  reft  fecure, 

Thy  keeper  is  the  Lord  : 
His  wakeful  eyes  employ  his  power 
For  thine  eternal  guard. 

c  Nor  fcorching  fun,  nor  fickly  moon. 
Shall  have  its  leave  to  fmite  : 
He  Uriel ds  thy  head  from  burning  noon, 
From  blading  damps  at  night. 

6  He  guards  thy  foul,  he  keeps  thy  breath, 
Where  thickeft  dangers  come  : 
Go,  and  return,  fecure  from  death, 
'Till  God  commands  thee  home. 


PSALMS.  269 

PSALM  CXXI.     As  the  148th  Pfalm. 

God  our  Pre  fewer. 

I    T  TPWARD  I  lift  mine  eyes, 
^J    From  God  is  all  my  aid  ; 
The  God  that  built  the  ikies, 
And  earth  and  nature  made  ; 
God  is  the  tower 
To  which  I  fly  : 
His  grace  is  nigh 
In  every  hour. 

■a  My  feet  mall  never  Aide, 

And  fall  in  fatal  mares,  " 
Since  God  my  guard  and  gui4e, 
Defends  me  from  my  fears. 
Thofe  wakeful  eyes, 
That  never  fleep, 
Shall  Ifrael  keep, 
When  dangers  rife, 

3  No  burning  heats  by  day, 

Nor  blafts  of  evening  air, 
Shall  take  my  health  away, 
If  God  be  with  me  there  1 
Thou  art  my  fun, 
And  thou  my  (hade, 
To  guard  my  head 
By  night  or  noon, 

4  Haft  thou  not  given  thy  word 

To  fave  my  foul  from  death  ? 
And  I  can  trull  my  Lord 
To  keep  my  mortal  breath  ; 
I'll  go  and  come, 
Nor  fear  to  die, 
Till  from  on  high 
Thou  call  me  home* 


270  PSALMS. 

PSALM  CXXII.     Common  Metre. 
Going  to  church. 
I  IOW  did  my  heart  rejoice  to  hear 


My  friends  devoutly  fay, 
"  In  Zion  let  us  all  appear, 
"  And  keep  the  folemn  day." 

2  I  love  the  gates,  I  love  the  road  ; 

The  church  adorn'd  with  grace, 
Stands  like  a  palace  built  for  God, 
To  mew  his  milder  face. 

3  Up  to  her  courts,  with  joy  unknown, 

The  holy  tribes  repair  ; 
The  fon  of  David  holds  his  throne, 
And  fits  iu  judgment  there. 

4  He  hears  our  praifes  and  complaints  -9 

And,  while  his  awful  voice 
Divides  the  finners  from  the  faints. 
We  tremble  and  rejoice. 

5  Peace  be  within  this  facred  place, 

And  joy  a  conftant  guefl ! 
With  holy  gifts  and  heavenly  grace 
Be  her  attendants  bled  I 

6  My  foul  mail  pray  for  Zion  ftill, 

While  life  or  breath  remains  ; 
There  my  bed  friends,  my  kindred  dwell, 
There  God  my  Saviour  reigns. 
P  S  A  L  M  CXXII.     Proper  Tune. 
Going  to  church. 
i    IIOW  pleas'd  and  bleft  was  I, 
J.  JL  T°  near  tne  people  cry, 
"  Come,  let  us  feek  our  God  to  day  !" 
Yes — with  a  cheerful  zeal 
We  hafte  to  Zion's  hill, 
And  there  our  vows  and  honours  pay. 


■Jm 


PSALMS.  271 

2  Zion,  thrice  happy  place, 
Adorn'd  with  wondrous  grace, 

And  walls  of  ftrength  embrace  thee  round  £ 

In  thee  our  tribes  appear 

To  pray,  and  praife,  and  hear 
Thefacred  gofpePs  joyful  found. 

3  There  David's  greater  fon 
Has  fix'd  his  royal  throne, 

He  fits  for  grace  and  judgment  there  s 

He  bids  the  faints  be  glad, 

He  makes  the*finner  fad, 
And  humble  fouls  rejoice  with  fear* 

4  May  peace  attend  thy  gate, 
And  joy  within  thee  wait 

To  blefs  the  foul  of  every  gueft  : 

The  man  that  feeks  thy  peace, 

And  wifhes  thine  increafe, 
A  thoufand  blemngs  on  him  reft  1 

5  My  tongue  repeats  her  vows, 
"  Peace  to  this  facred  houfe ! 

*c  For  here  my  friends  and  kindred  dwell  j 

"  And  fince  my  glorious  God 

"  Makes  thee  his  bled  abode, 
*'  My  foul  fhall  ever  love  thee  well." 

Repeat  the  4th  Jianza.  to  complete  the  tune., 

PSALM  CXXIII.    Common  Metre. 

Pleading  'with  fubmijfion, 

THOU  whofe  grace  and  juftice  reign 
Enthron'd  above  the  ikies, 
To  thee  our  hearts  would  tell  .their  pain. 

To  thee  we  lift  our  eyes. 
As  fervants  watch  their  niafcer's  hand, 

And  fear  the  angry  ftroke  ; 
Or  maids  beibre  their  aiiftrefs  i!and5 
And  wait  it  peaceful  look  ; 

Z    2  . 


272  F    S     A    L     M    S. 

3  So  for  our  fins,  we  juftly  feel 

Thy  difcipline,  O  God  ; 
Yet  wait  the  gracious  moment  ftill, 

'Till  thou  remove  the  rod. 

4  Thofe  that  in  wealth  and  pleufure  live 

Our  daily  groans  deride, 
And  thy  delays  of  mercy  give 
Frem  courage  to  their  pride. 

5  Our  foes  infult,  but  our  hope 

In  thy  compaflion  lies ; 
This  thought  ihall  bear  our  fpirits  up. 
That  God  will  not  defpife. 

PSALM   CXXIV.     Common  Metre 
God  gives  viflory* 

AD  not  the  God  of  truth  and  love, 
When  hofts  againft  us  rofe, 
Difplay'd  his  vengeance  from  above, 
And  cruih'd  the  conquering  foes. 

2  Their  armies,  like  a  raging  flood, 

Had  fwept  the  guardlefs  land, 
Deftroy'd  on  earth  his  blefs'd  abode, 
And  Vhelra'd  -our  feeble  band, 

3  But  fafe  beneath  his  fpreading  flileld 

His  fo-ns  fecurely  reft, 
Defy  the  dangers  of  the  field, 
And  bare  the  feariefs  breaft. 

4  And  now  our  fouls  mail  blefs  the  Lord, 

Ujlho  broke  the  deadly  fnare  : 
"Who  fav'd  us  from  the  murdering  fvvord. 
And  made  cur  lives  his  care. 

5  Our  help  is  in  Jehovah's  name, 

Who  form'd  the  heavens  above  : 
He  that  fupports  their  wondrous  frame-, ; 
Can  guard  his  church  by  love. 


PSALM     S.  273 

PSALM  CXXV.     Common  Metre. 
The  faint's  trial  andfafety. 

e   T  TNSHAKEN  as  the  facred  hill, 
\J    And  firm  as  mountains  Hand, 
Firm,  as  a  rock,  the  foul  mail  reft 
That  trufts  th'  almighty  hand. 

2  Not  walls  nor  hills  could  guard  fo  well 

Old  Salem's  happy  ground, 
As  thofe  eternal  arms  of  love, 
That  every  faint  furround.     . 

3  While  tyrants  are  a  fmarting  fcourge, 

To  drive  them  near  to  God, 
Divine  comparlion  will  amiage 
The  fury  of  the  rod. 

4  Deal  gently,  Lord,  with  fouls  fmcere, 

And  lead  them  fafely  on 
To  the  bright  gates  of  paradife, 
Where  Chrift  their  Lord  is  gone. 

5  But  if  we  trace  thofe  crooked  ways 

That  the  old  ferpent  drew, 
The  wrath  that  drove  him  fir  ft  to  hell 
Shall  fmite  his  foU'wers  too. 

P  S.A  L  M  CXXV..     Short  Metre. 
'The  faint's   trial  and fafcty  ;  or,  Moderated  af- 
flictions. 

2  TT1IPv.M  and  unraov'd  are  they 
JP     That  reft  their  fouls  on  God  : 
Firm  as  the  mount  where  David  dwelt, 
Or  where  the  ark  abode. 

2  As  mountains  flood  to  guard 
The  city's  facred   ground, 
So  God  and  his  almighty  love 
Embrace  his  fa.nts  around. 


374  PSALMS, 

3  What  though  the  Father's  rod 

Drop  a  chaftifing  ftroke, 
Yet,  left  it  wound  their  fouls  too  deep, 
Its  fury  fhall  be  broke. 

4  Deal  gently,  Lord,,  with  thofe 

Whofe  faith  and  pious  fear, 
Whofe  hope  and  love,  and  every  grace, 
Proclaim  their  hearts  fincere, 

5  Nor  fhall  the  tyrant's  rage 

Too  long  opprefs  the  faint ; 
The  God  of  Iirael  will   fupport 
His  children,  left  they  faint* 

6  B u  t  i  f  our  fl a v i  fh  fear 

Will  chufe  the  road  to  hell, 
We  muft  expecl:  our  portion  there, 
Where  bolder  fmners  dwell. 

PSALM     CXXVI.     Long  Metre. 
Surprifing  deliverance. 

%  1T7  HEN  Godreftor'd  our  captive  ftate, 
▼  V    J°y  v/as  our  f°ng> and  grace  our  theme ;, 
The  grace  beyond  our  hopes  fo  great, 
That  joy  appear'd  a  pleafmg  dream. 
a  The  fcolfer  owns  thy  hand,  and  pays 
Unwilling  honours  to  thy  name  ; 
While  we  with  pleafure  fhout  thy  praife, 
With  cheerful  notes  thy  love  proclaim. 

3  When  we  review  our  difmal  fears, 

'Twas  hard  to  think  they'll  vanim  fo  £ 
With  God  we  left  our  flowing  tears, 
He  makes  our  joys  like  rivers  flow. 

4  The  man  that  in  his  furrow !d  field, 

His  Scattered  iced  with  fad nefs  leaves. 
"XV i i  1  fhout  to  fee  the  harveft  yield 
A  welcome  load  of  joyful  iheaves. 


PSALMS.  275 

PSALM.  CXXVI.     Common  Metre. 

The  joy  of  a  remarkable  converfion  ;  or,  Melancho- 
ly removed,  . 

*  TTTHEN.God  reveal'd  his  gracious  name  5 

VV  And  cnanseci  my  n^°urn^ul1  ^ate> 

My  rapture  feem'd  a  pleahng  dream, 
The  grace  appear' d  fo  great. 

2  The  world  beheld  the  glorious  change, 

And  did  thy  hand  confefs  ; 
My  tongue  broke  out  in  unknown  {trains, 
And  lung  furprifing  grace. 

3  "  Great  is  the  work/'  my  neighbours  cry'd, 

And  own'd  the  power  divine  : 
«  Great  is  the  work,5'  my  heart  reply'd, 
"  And  be  the  glory  thine." 

4  The  Lord  can  clear  the  darken:  Ikies, 

Can  give  us  day  for  night ; 
Make  drops  of  facred  farrow  rife 
To  rivers  of  delight. 

5  Let  thofe  that  fow  in  fadnefs  wait 

Till  the  fair  harveft  come, 
They  (hall  confefs  their  fheaves  are  great, 
And  fhout  the  bleffings  home. 

6  Though  feed  lie  buried  long  in  drift, 

It  fnan't  deceive  their  hope  1 
The  precious  grain  can  ne'er  be  loft, 
For  grace  infures  the  crop. 

PSALM  CXXVII.     Long  Metre. 
The  blejjlng   of  God  on  the  bujinefs  and  comforts   of 

m 

1    IT  God  fucceed  not,  all  the  coft 

JL  And  pains  to  build  the  houfe  are  loft  ; 

If  God  the  city  will  not  keep, 

The  watchful  guards  as  well  may  fleep. 


*76  PSALMS. 

2  What  though  we  rife* before  the  fun, 
And  work  and  toil  when  day  is  done, 
Careful  and  fparing  eat  our  bread, 
To  fhun  that  poverty  we  dread. 

3  'Tis  all  in  vain,  'till  God  hath  bleft  \ 
He  can  make  rich,  yet  give  us  reft': 
On  God,  our  fovereign,  frill  depends 
Our  joy  in  children  and  in  friends. 

4  Happy  the  man  to  whom  he  fends 
Obedient  children,  faithful  friends : 
How  fweet  our  daily  comforts  prove 
When  they  are  feafon'd  with  his  love  ! 

PSALM     CXXVII.     Common  Metre. 

God  all  in  all. 

i   TF  God  to  build  the  houfe  deny, 
i     The  builders  work  in  vain  ; 
And  towns  without  his  wakeful  eye, 
An  ufelefs  watch  maintain. 

a  Before  the  morning  beams  arife, 
Your  painful  work  renew, 
And  till  the  ftars  afcend  the  Ikies 
Your  tirefome  toil  purfue . 

3  Short  be  your  fleep,  and  coarfe  your  fare  ; 

In  vain,  'till  God  has  bleft  ; 

But  if  his  f miles  attend  your  care, 

You  (hall 'have  food  and  reft. 

4  Nor  children,  relatives,  nor  friends, 

Shall  real  bleffings  prove, 
Nor  all  the  earthly  joys  he  fends, 
If  fent  without  his  love. 


• 


PSALMS.  ijj 

P  S  A  L  M     CXXVIII.     Common  Metre, 

Family  bleffings. 

i    y-^  HAPPY  man,  whofe  foul  is  fUl'd 

\J    With  zeal  and  rev'rend  awe  ! 
His  lips  to  God  their  honours  yield, 
His  life  adorns  the  law. 

2  A  careful  providence  fhall  fland 
And  ever  guard  thy  head, 

Shall  on  the  labours  of  thy  hand 
Its  kindly  bleffings  med. 

3  Thy  wife  (hall  be  a  fruitful  vine  ; 

Thy  children,  round  thy  board, 
Each  like  a  plant  of  honour,  mine, 
And  learn  to  fear  the  Lord. 

4  The  Lord  fhall  thy  beft  hopes  fulfil 

For  months  and  years  to  come  ; 
The  Lord  who  dwells  in  Zion's  hill 
Shall  fend  thee  bleffings  home. 

5  This  is  the  man  whofe  happy  eyes 

Shall  fee  his  houfe  increafe, 
Shall  fee  the  finking  church  arife, 
Then  leave  the  world  in  peace. 

PSALM    CXXIX.     Common  Metre, 

Perfecutors  puni/hed, 

i   "  "  TP  from  my  youth,  may  Ifrael  fay, 
%^J    Have  I  been  nurs'd  in  tears  ; 
My  griefs  were  conflant  as  the  day, 
And  tedious  as  the  years. 

2  Up  from  my  youth  I  bore  the  rage 
Of  all  the  fons  of  ftrife  : 
Oft  they  afTaiPd  my  riper  age^  , 

But  God  preferv'd  my  life. 


ay$  P     S     A    L     M     S. 

3  O'er  all  my  frame  their  cruel  dart 

Its  painful  wounds  imprefVd  ; 
Hourly  they  vex'd  my  fainting  heart, 
Nor  let  my  for  rows  reit. 

4  The  Lord  grew  angry  on  his  throne, 

And,  with  impartial  eye, 
Meafur'd  the  miiehiefs  they  had  done, 
Then  let  hisar! 

5  How  was  their  infolence  furpris'd, 

To  hear  his  thunders  roil ! 
And  all  the  foes  of  Zion  feiz'd 
With  horror  to  the  foul. 

6  Thus  (hall  the  men  that  hate  the  faints 

Be  blafted  from  the  fky  : 
Their  glory  fades,  their  courage  faints, 
And  all  their  profpects  die. 
\j  What  though  they  flourifh  tall  and  fair, 
They  have  no  root  beneath  ; 
Their  growth  mall  perifh  in  defpair, 
And  lie  defpis'd  in  death.] 
[8  'So  corn  that  on  the  houfe-top  (lands, 
No  hope  of  harveft  gives ; 
The  reaper  ne'er  mail  fill  his  hands, 
Nor  binder  fold  the  fheaves.] 

p  S  A  L  M    CXXX.     Common  Metre, 

Pardoning  %race. 
!    I^XJT  of  the  deeps  of  long  dinrcfK 
\J  The  borders  of  defpair, 
I  fent  my  cries  to  feek  thy  grace, 
Mv  groans  to  move  thine  ear. 
2  Great  God,  mould  thy  fevcrcr  eye, 
And  thine  impartial  hand, 
Mark  and  revenge  iniquity, 
No  mortal  flefh  could  ftand. 


PSALMS..  27g 

3  But  there  are  pardons  with  my  God 

For  crimes  of  high  degree  : 
Thy  Son  has  bought  them  with  his  blood 
lo  draw  us  near  to  thee. 

4  [I  wait  for  thy  falvation,  Lord, 

With  ftrong  defires  I  wait  : 
My  foul,  invited  by  thy  word,   * 
Stands  watching  at  thy  gate."] 

5  [Juft  as  the  guards  that  keep  the  niVht 

Long  for  the  morning  fkies, 
Watch  the  firfl:  beams  of  breaking  light 
And  meet  them  with  their  eyes°  ' 

6  So  waits  my  foul  to  fee  thy  grace, 

And,  more  intent  than  they 
Meets  the  firfl  openings  of  thy  face, 
And  finds  a  brighter  day.] 

7  Then  in  the  Lord  let  Ifrael  trud 

.  Let  Ifrael  feek. his  face; 
The  Lord  is  good  as  well  as  juft, 
And  plenteous  in  his  grace. 

8  There's  full  redemption  at  his  throne 

For  fmners  long  enflav'd  ; 
The  great  Redeemer  is  his  Son  : 
And  Ifrael  (hall  be  fav'd. 

PSALM  CXXX,     Long  Metre, 
Pardoning  grace, 

1  T?  R°M,deeP  di{lre^  and  troubled  thought,, 
JL        To  thee,  my  God,  I  rais'd  my  cries  ■ 
Irthou  feverely  mark  o 'ir  faults, 

No  flclh  can  {land  before  thine  eyes. 

2  But  thou  haft  built  thy  throne  of  grace 
Free  to  difpenfe  thy  pardons  there, 

T  hat  fmners  may  approach  thv  face, 
And  hope,  and  love,  as  well  as  fear 
A  a 


c8o  P    S     A    L     M     S, 


. 


3  As  the  benighted-pilgrims  wait, 
And  long  and  wifh  for  breaking  day—- 
So  waits  mq  foul  before  thy  gate  y 
When  will  my  God.  his  face  difplay  !  . 

4  My  trufl;' is  flx'd  upon  .thy  word, 
Nor  mall  I  trjuft  thy  word  ift  vtiin : 
Let  mourning  fotils  addrefs  the  Lord, 
And  find  relief  from  all  their  pain. 

5  Great  is  his  love,  and  large  his  grace, 
Through  the  redemption  of  his  Son  : 
He  turns  our 'feet  from  finful  ways, 
And  pardons  what  our  hands  have  done. 

PSALM  CXXXI.  Common  Metre. 

Humility  and  fubtnijfion* 

i    ITS  there  ambition  in  my  heart ! 
J[     Search^  gracious  God,  and  fee ; 
Or  do  I  aft  a  haughty  part  ?• 
Lord,  I  appeal  to  thee. 

2  I  charge  my  -.thoughts,  be  humble  ftill» 

And  all  my  carriage  mild, 
Content,  my  Father,  with  thy  will, 
And' peaceful  as  a  child. 

3  The  patient  fouk  the  lowly  mind, 

Shall  have  a  large  reward  ; 
Let  faints  in  forrow^lie  refign'd,/ 
And  trufl  a*  faithful  Lord. 

PSALM  OXXXII.  ver.,5/  i^—i'Si  LongiVletfe. 

At  Jhc  feltlement  of  a  church  ;  ^  or,  The"  ordination 
of  a  minifter. 

i  inrx^  '  *; 

.  VV       'Alt  habitation  for  our  God, 
A  dwelling  forth' eternal  mind 

Among  the  fans  of  flcfli  and  blood  ?  . 


P    S     A    L     M     Sv  281 

*3  The  God  of  Jacob  chofe  the  hill 

Of  Zion  for  his  ancient  reft: ; 
V   And  Zion  is  his  dwelling  {till,  • 

His  church  is  with  his  prefence  blefs'd. 

3  <*  Here  I  will  fix  my  gracious  throne^ 

P*  And  reign  fore^r>"  faith  the  Lord  ;    ' 
"  Here  mall  .my  pow'r  and  lov£  be  known, 
"  And  bleflings  fh all  attend  Iny  word, 

4  ■**  Here  will  f  meet  the  hungry  poor, 

"And  "fill  their,"  fouls  with  living  breads        - 
"  Sinners,  tliat  wait  before.my  door, 
<c  Withfweet  proviiions fhall  be  fed. 

5  "  Girded  with  truth,. and  clothU with. grace, 
V   •'"  My  priefts,  my  minifters  fhall  fliine  : 

f  Not  Aaron,  in  his  coftly  drefs, 
"Appears  fo- glorious  and  divine; 

6  iC  The  faints  unable  to  contain     '.'■*& 

f"  Their  inward  joys,  fliall  fhout  and  ting-;  • 
"  The  Son  of  David  here,  fhall  reign, 
"  And  Zion  triumph  in  her  King." 
£7  jfefus  fhail  fee  a  num^ous  feed-  "  % 

_l3orn  here,  t'uphold  his  glorious  name  ; , 
His  crown  fhall  flourifh  on  his  head,  ■ 

W^ile  all  his  foes  are  cloth'd  wi t  |pihanfe  j 

I?  SALM-  CXXXIi.  ^er.  4y 5,  7,  S,  15—17; 

Common  Metre, 

V  •  A  church,  eft ablijhed.  .    • 

,"[*'  ^^T^  ^eeP  n°C  (lumber  to  hisV/es 
>  JL-N    Good  David  would  afford;, 
'Till  he  had.  found  below  the  Ikies  *     ' 
'A  duelling  for  the  Lord. 
2  The  Lord  in  Zidn  plac'd  his  namej 

His  ark  was  fettled  there  : 
*  .And  there  th'  affembled  nation  came  \ 
Toworlhipthrice  a'yearr. 


282  P     S     A*L     M     S. 

3  We  trace  no  more  thofe  toilfome  ways, 

Nor  wander  far  abroad  -, 
Where'er  thy  people  meet  for  praife, 
There  is  a  houie  for  God.] 

PAUSE. 

4  Arife,  O  King  of  grace,  arife, 

And  enter  to  thy  reft,       ^ 
Lo  !   thy  church  waits  with  longing  eyes, 
Thus  to  be  own'd  and  blefs'd. 

5  Enter  with  all  thy  glorious  train, 

Thy  Spirit  and  thy  word  ; 
All  that  the  ark  did  once  contain 
Could  no  fuch  grace  afford. 

6  Here,  mighty  God,  accept  our  vows, 

Here  let  thy  praife  be  fpread  ; 
Blefs  the  provifions  of  thy  houfe, 
And  fill  thy  poor  with  bread. 

7  Here  let  the  Son  of  D,avid  reign, 

Let  God's  anointed  fhine  ; 
Juflice  and  truth  his  court  maintain, 
With  love  and  power  divine. 

8  Here  let  him  hold  a  lading  throne; 

And  as  his  kingdom  grows, 
Frefh  honours  fhall  adorn  his  crown, 
And  fhame  confound  his  foes. 

PSALM     CXXXIII.    Common  Metre. 

Brotherly  love, 

i  O!  what  an  entertaining  fight 

B    Jk   Theft  friendly  brethren  prove, 
Whbfe  cheerful'hearts  in  bands  unite 
Of  harmony  and  love. 
2  Where  ftreams  of  blifs  from  Chrift  the  fpring 
Defcend  to  ev'ry*  foul, 
And  heav'nly  peace  with  balmy  wincr 
Shades  and  bedews  the  whole  : 


PSALMS,  2$$ 

3  'Tis  like  the  oil  divinely  fweet 

On  Aaron's  rev'rend  head, 
The  trickling  drops  perfum'd  his  feet, 
And  o'er  his  garments  fpread. 

4  'Tis  pleafant  as  the  morning  dews 

That  fall  on  Zion's  hill, 
Where  God  his  mildeft  glory  mews, 
And  makes  his  grace  diftil. 

PSALM     CXXXIII.     Short  Metre. 

Communion  of  faints  ;    or,    Love  and  worjhip  in 

a  family. 
i   XJ  LESS'D  are  the  fons  of  peace, 
Jj     Whofe  hearts  and  hopes  are  one, 
Whofe  kind  defigns  to  ferve  and  pleafe 
Through  all  their  actions  run. 

2  Blefs'd  is  the  pious  houfe 

Where  zeal  and  friendfhip  meet, 
Their  fongs  of  praife,  their  mingled  vows, 
Make  their  communion  fweet. 

3  Thus,  when  on  Aaron's  head 

They  pour'd  the  rich  perfume, 
The  oil  through  all  his  raiment  fpread, 
And  pleafure  fill'd  the  room* 

4  Thus  on  the  heav'nly  hills 

The  faints  are  blefs'd  above, 
Where  joy,  like  morning  dew,  diftils,     - 
And  all  the  air  is  love. 

PSALM    CXXXIII.    As  the  izzd  Pfalni 

The  blejfings  offriendftip. 
I    |T  OW   pleafant  'tis  to  fee 

JL  X     Kindred  and  friends  agree. 
Each  in  his  proper  ftation  move, 
And  each  fulfil  his  part 
With  fympath'fi  ig  heart, 
In  all  the  cares  of Tife  and  love, 
A  a  2 


*84  P    S     A    L     M     S. 

2  H  is  like  an  ointment  fried 
On  Aaron's  facred  head, 

Divinely  rich,  divinely  fweet : 

The  oil  through  all  the  room 

DirTus'd  a  choice  perfume, 
Ran  through  his  robes  and  blefs'd  his  feet. 

3  Like  fruitful  fhowers  of  rain 
That  water  all  the  plain, 

Defending  from  the  neighbouring  hills  ; 
Such  ftreams  of  pleafure  roll 
Through  ev'ry  friendly  foul, 
Where  love  like  heav'nly  dew  diftils. 

Repeat  the  firjljlania  to  complete  the  tune. 

P  S  A  L  M  CXXXIV.     Common  Metre. 
Daily  and  nightly  devotions. 

1  "\'rE  that  obey  *'  immortal  king, 

JL        Attend  his  holy  place  ; 
Bow  to  the  glories  of  his  power, 
And  blefs  his  wondrous  grace. 

2  Lift  up  your  hands  by  morning  light, 

And  fend  your  fouls  on  high  :  '*" 
Raifc  your  -admiring  thoughts  by  night 
^  Above  the  frarry  fky. 

3  The  God  of  Zion  cheers  our  hearts 

With  rays  oiTgui cVm rig  grace  : 
The  God  that  fpreads  the  heavens  abroad, 
And  rules  the  fweiling  fcas. 

PSALM     CXXXV.  ver.    ,_4,   i4,   I0-2i. 
Firft  part.     Long  Metre. 
The  Church  is  God's  houfe  and  care. 
iISE  ye  the  Lord,  exalt  his  name, 
While  id  his  earthly  courts  ye  wait, 
\  t  faints  that  to  his  houfe  belong, 
O;  Hand  attending  at  his  gate. 


PS     A     L     MS.  285 

2  Praife  ye  the  Lord,  the  Lord  is  good  ; 

To  praife  his  name  is  fweet  employ  : 
lfrael  he  choie  of  old,  and  {till 
His  church  is  his.  peculiar  joy. 

3  The  Lord  himfelf  will  judge  his  faints  ; 

He  treats  hia  fervants  as  his  friends ; 
And  when  he  hears  their  fore  complaints, 

Repents  the  forrow>  that  he  fends.  , 

4  Through  every  age  the  Lord  declares  / 

His  name,  and  breaks  th'  opprelTor's  rod  ; 
He  gives  his  fufFeri  ng  fervants  reft, 

And  will  be  known  th'  Almighty  God. 

5  Blefs  ye  the  Lord,  who  tafte  his  love, 

People  and  priefts  exalt  his  name  : 
Amongft  his  faints  he  ever  dwells  j 
His  church  is  his  Jerufalem. 

PSALM   CXXXV.  ver.  5—12.  Second  part. 

The   works    of  creation,  providence,  redemption  of 
lfrael ;   and  deftntclion  of  enemies. 

1    /^l  RE  AT  is  the  Lord,  exalted  high 
VJ     Above  all  powers  and  every  throne  5 
Whate'er  he  pleafe  in  earth  and  fea, 

Or  heav'n,  or  hell,  his  hand  hath  done. 
1  At  his  command  the  vapours  rife.. 
,     The  light'nings  flafh,  the  thunders  roar  ; 
He  pours  the  rain,  he  brings  the  wind 
And  temped  from  his  airy  (lore. 

3  'Twas  he  thofe  dreadful  tokens  fent, 

O  Egypt,  through  thy  ftubborn  land  ; 
When  all  thy  fir  ft  born  beads  and  men  • 
Fell  dead  by  his  avenging  hand. 

4  What  mighty  nations,  mighty  kings 

He  flew,  and  th<jir  whole  country  gave 
To  lfrael  whom  his  hand  redeem'd, 

No  more  to  be  proud  Pharaoh's  Have  ! 


286  PSALM    S. 

5  His  power  the  fame,  the  fame  his  grace, 
That  faves  us  from  the  hofts  of  hell : 
And  heav'n  he  gives  us  to  poffefs, 
Whence  thofe  apoflate  angels  fell. 

PSALM    CXXXV.    Common  Metre. 
Praife  due  to  God,  not  to  idols. 

j;      A   WAKE,  ye  faints.— To  praife  your  King 
jT\.     Your  fweeteft  paffions  raife  ; 
Your  pious  pleafure,.  while  you  fing, 
Increafing  with  the  praife. 

2  Great  is  the  Lord  :  and  works  unknown 

Are  his  divine  employ  : 
But  (till  his  faints  are  near  his  throne, 
His  treafure  and  his  joy. 

3  Heaven,  earth,  and  fea  confefs  his  hand  > 

He  bids  the  vapours  rife ! 
Light'ning  and  ftorm  at  his  command, 
Sweep  through  the  founding  fkies. 

4  All  pow'r  that  gods  or  kings  have  claim'd 

Is  found  with  him  alone  ; 
But  heathen  gods  mould  ne'er  be  nam'd 
Where  our  Jehovah's  known. 

5  Which  of  the  flocks  and  (tones  they  truft 

Can  give  them  fhow'rs  of  rain  ? 
In  vain  they  worfhip  glitt'ring  dull, 
And  pray  to  God  in  vain. 

6  [Their  gods  have  tongues  that  fpeechlefs  prove. 

Such  as  their  makers  gave  :  * 

Their  feet  were  never  form'd  to  move, 
Nor  hands  have  pow'r  to  fave. 

7  Blind  are  their  eyes,  their  ears  are  deaf, 

Nor  hear  when  mortals  pray  ; 

Mortals,  that  wait  for  their  relief, 

Are  blind  and  deaf  as  they.] 


PSALMS.  287 

8  Ye  nations,  know  the  living  God, 
Serve  him  with  faith  and  fear  ; 
He  makes  the  churches  his  abode, 
And  claims  your  honours  there. 

PSALM  CXXXVI.     Common  Metre. 

God's  wonders  of  creation,  providence,  redemption 
of  Ifrael,  and falvation  of  his  people, 

1  f~^t  1VE  thanks  to  God,  the  fov'reign  Lord  , 
\jf     "  His  mercies  dill  endure  ;" 

And  be  the  King  of  kings  ador'd, 
"  His  truth  is  ever  fure." 

2  What  wonders  hath  his  wifdom  done  ? 

"  How  mighty  is  his. hand  ?*■ 
.Heaven,  earth,  and  fea,  he  framed  alone  ; 
"«*  How  wide  is  his  command  V* 

3  The  fun  fupplies  the  day  with  light  ; 

"  How  bright  his  counfels  fhine  V 
The  moon  and  Mars  adorn  the  night  ; 
45  His  works  are  all  divine. 

4  [He  (truck  the  fons  of  Egypt  dead ; 

"  How  dreadful  is. his  rod  !"• 
And  thence,  with  joy,  his  people  led  ; 
"  How  gracious,  is  our  Godi" 

5  He  cleft  the  fwelling  fea  in  two  ; 

"  His  arm  is  great  in  might  ;" 
And  gave  the  tribes  a  paflage  through  ; 

"  His  power  and  grace  unite. " 
£  But  Pharaoh's  army  there  he  drown'd  : 

"  How  glorious  are  his  ways  '!*' 
And  brought  his  faints  through  defert  ground 

"  Eternal  be  his  praife," 
7   Great  monarchs  fell  beneath  his  hand  ; 

"  Viclorious  is  his  fword  ; 
While  Ifrael  took  the  promis'd  land  j 

"  And  faithful  is  his  word." 


288  PSALMS. 

8  He  faw  the  nations  dead  in  fin; 
it      tie/e!t  h,s  P"y  more  ;» 
How  fid  the  ft ate  the  world  was  in  > 
'  How  boundlefs  was  his  love  • 
9Hlfenttofaveusfromourwoe: 
His  goodnefs  never  fails  •» 

to  r.v   ,i      ,      h'S  grace  P^vaiis  » 
^oGve  hanks  to  God,  the  heavenly  W- 
TPtf? ,Sme[cles  MJ  endure;  g> 

Let  the  whole  earth  his  praifeUng, 
pc   f'struth^everfure."  S' 

f  i     ti,  S  f°  God  moft  hiSh, 

VF     The  umverfal  Lord ;       b   ' 

IhefovragnKingofkings; 
And  be  his  grace  ador'd. 

''  Hl«  P°wer  and  grace 
"  Are  ftill  the  fame: 
"  And  let  his  name 
.       "  Have  endlefs  praife." 
How  mighty  is  his  hand  I 

What  wonders  hath  he  doner 
He  fortn'd  the  earth  and  feas, 
And  fpread  the  heavens  alone. 

'  i  hy  mercy,  Lord, 
"Shall  ftill  endure; 
"  And  everfure 

"  Abides  thy  word." 
His  wifdom  fram'd  the  fun 

To  crown  the  day  with  light ; 
Ihe  moon  and  twinkling  ftars 
To  cheer  thedarkfome  night. 

"  His  power  and  grace 
"  Are  ftill  the  fame ; 
"  And  let  his  name 

"  Have  endlefs  praife." 


PSALMS. 

[4  He  frnote  the  firft-born  fons, 
The  flower  of  Egypt,  dead  ; 
And  thence  his  chofen  tribes 
With  joy  and  glory  led. 
"  Thy  mercy,  Lord, 
"  Shall  ftill  endure  ; 
"  And  ever  fure 

"  Abides  thy  word.55 

5  His  power  and  lifted  rod. 

Cleft  the  Red  fea  in  two  ; 
And  for  his  people  made 

A  wondrous  paflage  through. 

"  His  pow'r  and  grace 
"  Are  .ftill  the  fame; 
"  And  let  his  name 

"  Have  endiefs  praife." 

6  But  cruel  Pharaoh  there 

With  all  his  hoft  he  drown'd  ; 
And  brought  his  Ifrael  fafe 
Through  a  long  defert  ground, 

"'  Thy  mercv,  Lord, 
"  Shall  ftill  endure  ; 
"  And  ever  fure 

"  Abides  thy  word." 


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7  The  kings  of  Canaan  fell 

Beneath  his  dreadful  hand ; 
While  his  own  fervants  took 
Pofieflion  of  their  land. 

"  His  power  and  grace 
"  Are  ftill  the  fame  f 
"  And  let  his  name 

"  Have-endlefs- praife." 


2<P  PSALMS. 

S  He  faw  the  nations  lie 
All  periling  in  fin, 
And  pity'd  the  fad  ftate 
The  ruined  world  was  in. 
"  Thy  mercy,  Lord, 
Shall  flill  endure ; 
And  ever  fure 

"  Abides  thy  word." 

9  He  fent  his  only  Son 

To  fave  us  from  our  woe, 
From  Satan,  fin,  and  death, 
Andevery  hurtful  foe. 

His  power  and  grace 
"  Are  flill  the  fame  ; 
"  And  let  his  name 

"  Haveendlefs  praife." 

10  Give  thanks  aloud  to  God, 

To  God  the  heavenly  king : 
And  let  the  fpacious  earth 
His  works  and  glories  fing. 

u  Thy  mercy,  Lord, 
"  Shall  ftill  endure  ; 
'*  And  ever  fure 
"  Abides  thy  word. 

PSALM  CXXXVI.  Abridged.  Long  Metre. 

1  f^  IVE  t0  our  Lord  >mmortal  paaife  ! 
VJ  Mercy  and  truth  are  all  his  ways  : 
"  Wonders  of  grace  to  God  belong, 

Repeat  his  mercies  in  your  fong. 

2  Give  to  the  Lord  of  lords  renown, 
The  King  of  kings  with  glory  crown  ; 
||  His  mercies  ever  ftiafi  endure, 

'  When  lords  and  kings  are  known  no  more." 


PSALMS.  291 

3  He  built  the  earth  he  fpread  the  fky, 
And  fixt  the  ftarry  lights  on  high  : 

"  Wonders  of  grace  to  God  belong, 
"  Repeat  his  mercies  in  your  long." 

4  He  fills  the  fun  with  morning  light, 
He  bids  the  moon  direct  the  night : 

"  His  mercies  ever  fhail  endure, 

"  When  funs  and  moons  fhall  fhine  no  more.'* 

5  The  Jews  he  freed  from  Pharaoh's  hand, 
And  brought  them  to  the  promis'd  land  -> 

"  Wonders  of  grace  to  God  belong, 
"  Repeat  his  mercies  in  your  fong." 

6  He  faw  the  Gentiles  dead  in  fin, 
And  felt  his  pity  move  within  ! 

"  His  mercies  ever  fhall  endure, 

"  When  death  and  fin  fhall  reign  no  more." 

7  He  fent  his  Son  with  power  to  fave 
From  guilt,  and  darknefs,  and  the  grave : 

"  Wonders  of  grace  to  God  belong, 
"  Repeat  his  mercies  in  your  fong." 

*  Thro'  this  vain  world  he  guides  our  feet, 
And  leads  us  to  his  heavenly  feat  : 
"  His  mercies  ever  fhall  endure, 
"  When  this  vain  world  fhall  be  no  more.0 

PSALM    CXXXVIT. 

The  Babalonian  captivity. 

i    A   LONGthebankswhereBabePscurrentflows, 
jE\.    Our   captive   bands  in  deep  defpondence 

ftray'd, 
While  Zion's  fall  in  fad  remembrance  rofe, 
Her   friends,    her  children,    mingled  with*  the 
dead. 

B  b 


»9*  P'   S     A    L     M     S. 

i  The  tunelefs  harp  .that  once  with  joy  we  fining, 
When  praife  employ 'd  and  mirth  in/pir'd  the 
lay, 

In  mournful  filence  on  the  willows  hung, 

And  growing  grief  prolong'd  the  tedious  day. 

3  The  barbarous  tyrants,  to  increafe  the  woe, 
With  taunting  fmiles  a  fong  of  Zion  claim  : 

Bid  facred  praife  in  {trains  melodious  flow, 

While   they   blafpheme   the    great    Jehovah's 
name. 

4  But  howx,  in  heathen  chains  and  lands  unknown, 
Shall  Ifrael's  fons  a  fong  of  Zion  raife  ? 

O  haplefs  Salem,  God's  tereftrial  throne, 
Thou  land  of  glory,  facred  mount  of  praife. 

c;  If  e'er  my  mem'ry  lofe  thy  lovely  name, 
If  my  cold  heart  neglect  my  kindred  race, 

Let  dire  deftru&ion  feize  this  guilty  frame  : 
My  hand  mall  perim,  and  my  voice  mall  ceafe. 

6  Yet  mall  the  Lord,  who  hears  when  Zion  calls,. 

O'er  take  her  foes  with  terror  and  difmay$"> 
His  arm  avenge  her  defolated  walls, 

And  raife  her  children  to  eternal  day. 

PSA  L  M     CXXXVIII. 

Refioring  and  preferring  grace . 

i  "T""Y7TTH  all  my  powers  of  heart  and  tongue 
y  y     I'll  praife  my  maker  in  my  fong  ; 
Angels  (hall  hear  the  notes  I  raife, 
.Approve  the  fong,  %nd  join  the  praife. 

[2   Angels,  that  make  thy  church  their  care, 
Shall  witnefs  my  devotions  there, 
While  holy  zeafdirech  my  eyes, 
To  thy  fair  temple  in  the  ikies.] 


PSALMS.  30* 

3  On  every  fide  I  caft  my  eye, 
And  found  my  helpers  gone, 

While  friends  and  (hangers  pafs'd  me  by 
Neglected  or  unknown. 

4  Then  did  I  raife  a  louder  cry, 
And  call'd  thy  mercy  near, 

<c  Thou  art' my  portion  when  I  die, 
"  Be  thou  my  refuge  here." 

5  Lord,  Tarn  brought  exceeding  low, 

Now  let  thine  ear  attend,  # 

And  make  m|  foes  who  vex  me,  know 
Tve  an  Alrrlghty  friend.        * 

6  From  my  fad  prifon  fet  me  free, 
Then  (hall  I  praife  thy  name, 

And  holy  men  fhall  join  with  me, 
Thy  kindnefs  to  proclaim. 

PSALM    CXLIII.     Long  Metre. 
Complaint  of  heavy  afflictions  in  mind  ayid  body, 

1  ~*l  /TY  righteous  Judge,  my  gracious  God, 
X V A  Hear,  when  I  fpread  my  hands  abroad, 
And  cry  for  fuccour  from  thy  throne — - 

Oh  make  thy  truth  and  mercy  known 

2  Let  judgment  not  againft  me  pafs  ; 
Behold  thy  fervant  ple*ads  thy  grace — 
Should  juftice  call  iisto  thy  bar, 

No  man  alive  is  guiltlefs  there. 

3  Look  down  in  pity,  Lord,  and  fee 
The  mighty  woes  that  burden  me  5 
My  wafting  life  draws  near  the  grave ; 
Make  bare  thine  arm — -thy  fervant  fave. 

4  I  dwell  in  darknefs  and  unfeen — 
My  heart  is  defolate  within  ;  "   - 
My  thoughts  in  mufing  filence  trace 
The  ancient  wonders  of  thy  grace, 


y>2  p    s    a-  l:m    s.  ■ 

5  Thence  I  derive  a  glimpfe  of  hope 
To  beaf  my  finking  fpirits  up  ; 

I  ftretch  my  hands  to  God  again, 
And  third  like  parched  lands  for  rain* 

6  For  thee  I  truft,.  I  pray,  I  mourn — . 
When  will  thy  fmiling  face  return  ? 
Shall  all  my  joys  on  earth  remove, 
And  God  forever  hjde  his  love  ? 

4 

7*M^God,  thy  long  delay  to  fave, 
Will  fink  thy  pris'ner  to  the  grave  ;. 
My  heart  grows  ^aint,  and  dim.mjJfe  eye 
Make  hafte.  to  help  before  I  die  ; 

8  The, sight  is  witnefs  to  my  tears, 
Diftreffing  pains,  diftra&ing  fears  ;  • 
Oh  !  might  I  hear  thy  mornirfg  voice, 
Ho^  would  my  wearied  .powers  rejoice  ! 

9  In  thee  I  jxuft,  to  thee  I  figh, 
And  lift  niy  weary  foul  on  high  ; 

For  thee  fit  waiting  all  the  day  ;  "  •£■" 

And  wear  the  tirefome  hours  away.   \ 

io  Break  off  my  fetters,  Lord,  and'fHpw 
The  path  in  which  my  feet  fhoul8  go  : 
If  fnares  and  foes  befet#ie*road, 
I  flee  to  hide  me  near  my  God. 

1 1  Teach  me  to  do  thy  holy  will,  - 
And  lead  me  to  thy  fteav  niy  hill : 
Let  the  good  fpirit  of  thy  love 
Conduct  me  to  thy  courts  above. 

12  Then  fhfali  my  foul  no  .more  complain, 
The  tempter  then  fhall  rage  in  vain  ; 
And  flefh,  and  fin,  my  foes  before, 
Shall  never  vex  my  fpirit  more. 


P     S     A     L  *JM     S.  5*3* 

PSALM  CXLIV.  ver.'i,^.  T*fl:  part.  gom.Metre. 
Afliftance  and  wiflony  in  tfo  fpiritua /; warfare. 

1  UOREVERb^{redbeshp.LordY 
Jj       My;Sav^y  and.myjhield-,  p 

He  fends  his.-Sprrit  with  bj?  word,  ] 

To  arm  rrie  for  the  fald.. 

2  When  fin  arfd^'ell  theff  %ce  unite. 

He  niakga  toy' foul  j^s^.are, 
Inftrlfos  me  tfit^fe  heavenly  fight. 
And  gfjar^tame  through  the  war. 

3  A  frien^an/  rMner  fo  divine,  ' 

Mv*faf««:ijagrK«pe  (fcall  raiie ; 
He^makesrtle  glorious  vi£t'ry  tmrre, 
£nd  his  ^atrLe-the  praife.  * 

PSALM  XXUV.  ver.  3,  4,  5>  6-  Second 
•  r^t,*  Gomroon  Metre. 

The  van0*of  man,' and  the  condefcenfw  ofGvdS 
1  -T    ORJP>  wteVv8;man,  |>oor  feeble  man, 


j  j&    Bgrn  o£  th&eartfl  at  fr^t  ? 
V     ^tiHha(lirtgtoth€%ft.f 


O  what  is  feeble  dying.mani^ 

Or  ail  h,is  fmful  race,    > 
That  God  mould  mike  it  his  concern 
To  vifit  him'  with  grace  ? 
I  ThatGod,  who  darts  his  lightnings  down5 
Who  makes  the  world  above, 
Wljat  terrors  il(^t. his  awful  frown, 
How  wjpndroiis  is  his  love  ! 
P  SA.L)f  C^LIV^  ver,  12.-15.    Third  pari 
»       kM       Loifg  Metre. 
Grace^above.yrkl^s  ;  'or,  the  happy  nation. 
1 >  T  T  APPY  the  city,  where 'their  ions, 
j[jL     Like  pillars  ro^nd  a  palace  fet, 
And  daughters,  bright  as  polifhed  (tones, 
Give  ftrength  and  beauty  to  the  (late. 
C  c 


^I"1vi;h1T,ifcuiture^, 

*«  v ^aK™eftows.    . 

PSALM   CXLV.     LongMetrl 
The  greatnefi  efjbj. 

bnall  fill  the  remnant  of  my  da*.  • 

T,l|  death  and  glory  raife  the  fonjr. 

2  cIhe  w»nS*°/ every  hour  (hall  bear 
Some  thankful  tribute  to  thine  ear  ; 
•And  every  fetting  fun  (hall  fee 
New  works  of  duty  done  for  thee- 

3  Ihy  truth  and juftice  I'll  proclaim:  T 
Thy  bounty  fl«ws,  an  endlefs  ftream  ; 

ihy  mercy  fwtft,  thine  anger  (low 
But  dreadful  to  the  ftubborn  foe 

4  1  hy  works  with  fovereign  glory  mine 

And  fpeak  thy  majefty  Line  7  '  ♦    ' 

Let  every  realrv.  with  joy  proclaim 
1  he  found  and  honour  of  bis  name. 

5  Let  diftant  times  and  nations  raife 
lhe  long  fucceffion  of  thy  praife  • 
And  unborn  ages  make  my  fon<r  • 
lhe  joy  and  triumph  of  their  tongue. 

6  But  who  ca»  fpeak  thy  wondrouS°deeds  ? 
Ihy  greatnefs  all  our  thoughts  exceeds  • 

Va     and  unfearchable  thy  ways, 
V  alt  and  immortal  be  thy  praife. 


PSALMS.  3*3 

J  Ye  vapours,  hail,  and  mow, 
Traiie  ye  th'  almighty  Lord  ; 
And  ftormy  winds  that  blow 
To  execute  his  word. 

When  lightnings  mine, 
Or  thunders  roar, 
Let  earth  adore 
His  hand  divine. 
7  Ye  mountains  near  the  ikies, 
With  lofty  cedars  there, 
And  trees  of  humbler  fize, 
That  fruit  in  plenty  bear  ; 
Beads,  wild  and  tame, 
Birds,  flies,  and  worms, 
In  various  forms, 
Exalt  his  name. 
3  Ye  kings,  and  judges,   fear  . 

The  Lord,  the  fov'reign  king  •, 
And  while  you  rule  us  here, 
His  heavenly  honours  fing  : 
Nor  let  the  dr§am 
Of  power  and  flats 
Make  you  forget 
His  power  fupreme. 
o  Virgins  and  youths,  engage 
To  found  his  praife  divine, 
While  infancy  and  age 
Their  feeble  voices  join, 
Wide  as  he  reigns 
His  name  be  fung 
By  every  tongue 
In  endlefs  Itrains. 
io  Let  all  the  nations  fear 

The  God  that  rules  above  ; 
He  brings  his  people  near,  ^      , 
And  makes  them  talie  his  love  j 


3*4  P     S     A     L     M     S. 

While  earth  and  fky 
Attempt  his  praife, 
His  faints  mall  raife 
His  honours  high. 
PSALM  CXLVIII.  Paraphrafed.  Long  Metre. 
Univerfal  praife  to  God. 

1  T     OUD  nalleluJans  to  the  Lord, 

JLj  From  diftant  worlds  where  creatures  dwell- 
Let  heaven  begin  the  folemn  word, 

And  found  it  dreadful  down  to  hell. 
Note,   This  Pfalm  may  be  Jung  to  the  tune  of  the 
eld  1 1 2th  or  I2jth  Pfalm,  if  theft  two  lines  be  ad- 
ded to  every Jianza,  viz. 

"  Each  of  his  works  his  name  difplays, 
"  But  they  can  ne'er  complete  the  praife." 
Otherwife  it  muji  befung  to  the  ufual  tunes  of  the 
Long  Metre. 

2  The  Lord  !  how  abfolute  he  reigns ! 

Let  every  angel  bend  the  knee : 
Sing  of  his  love  in  heavenly  (trains, 
_  And  fpeak  how  netce  his  terrors  be, 

3  *IIgh  on  a  throne  his  glories  dwell, 

An  awful  throne  of  mining  blifs  : 
Fly  through  the  world,  O  fun,  and  tell 
How  dark  thy  beams,  compar'd  to  his. 

4  Awake,  ye  tempefts,  and  his  fame 

In  founds  of  dreadful  praife  declare  j 
Let  the  fweet  whifper  of  his  name 
Fill  every  gentler  breeze  of  air. 

5  Let  clouds,  and  winds,  and  waves  agree 

To  join  their  praife  with  blazing  fire  j 
Let  the  firm  earth,  and  rolling  fea 
In  this  eternal  fong  confpire. 

6  Ye  flowery  plains,  proclaim  his  fkill ; 

Ye  vallies,  fink  before  his  eye  : 
And  let  his  praife  from  every  hill 
Rife  tuneful  to  the  neigb'ring  iky. 


PSALMS.  315 

7  Ye  ftubborn  oaks,  and  (lately  pines, 

Bend  your  high  branches  and  adore  : 
Praife  him,  ye  beads,  in  different  (trains; 
The  lamb  mud  bleat,  the  lion  roar, 

8  Ye  birds,  his  praife  mud  be  your  theme, 

Who  form'd  to  fing  your  tuneful  voice  : 
While  the  dumb  fifh  that  cuts  the  dream 
In  his  protecting  care  rejoice. 
o  Mortals,  can  you  refrain  your  tongue 
When  nature  .all  around  you  lings  ? 
O  i  for  a  ftiout  from  old  and  young, 
From  humble  fwains,  and  lofty  kings. 

io  Wide  as  his  vaft  dominion  lies, 

Make  the  Creator's  name  be  known  ; 
Loud  as  his  thunder  (hout  his  praife, 
And  found  it  lofty  as  his  throne. 

1 1  Jehovah  !  'tis  a  glorious  word  ! 

O  may  it  dwell  on  every  tongue ! 
But  faints,  who  bed  have  known  the  Lord, 
Are  bound  to  raife  the  nobled  fong. 

1 2  Speak  of  the  wonders  of  that  love 

Which  Gabriel  plays  on  ev'ry  chord  j 
From  all  below,  and  all  above, 
Sing  hallelujahs  to  the  Lord. 

PSALM    CXLVIII.     Short  Metre. 

Univerfal  praife. 

i   T     ET  every  creature  join 
I   j  To  praife  th*  eternal  God ; 
Ye  heav'nly  hods,  the  fong  begin, 
And  found  his  name  abroad. 
2  Thou  fun,  with  golden  beams, 
And  moon  with  paler  rays, 
Ye  darry  lights,  ye  twinkling  flames, 
Shine  to  your  Maker's  praife. 
D  d 


3*6  PSALM     S. 

3  He  built,  thofe  worlds  above. 

And  fix'd  their  wondrous  frame  ; 
By  his  command  they  ftand  or  move, 
And.  ever  fpeak  his  name. 

4  Ye  vapours,  when  ye  rife, 

Or  fall  in  fhowers  or  fnow, 
Ye  thunders,  murmuring  round  the  ikies, 
His  pow'r  and  glory  fhew. 

5  Wind,  hail,  and  flaming  fire, 

Agree  to  praife  the  Lord, 
When  ye  in  dreadful  ftorms  confpire 
To  execute  his  word. 

6  By  all  his  works  above 

His  honours  be  exprefs'd, 
But  faints  that  tafte  his  faving  love, 
Should  fing  his  praifes  beft. 

p     a     u.     s     e     the  firift. 

7  Let  earth  and  ocean  know 

They  owe  their  Maker  praife  : 
Praife  him,  ye  wat'ry  worlds  below. 
And  monflers  of  the  feas. 

8 'From  mountains  near  the  iky 
Let  his  high  praife  refound — 
From  humble  ihrubs  and  cedars  high, 
And  vales  and  fields  around. 

9  Ye  lions  of  the  wood, 

And  tamer  beafts  that  graze, 
Ye  live  upon  his  daily  food, 
And  he  expects  your  praife. 

i  o  Ye  birds  of  lofty  wing, 
On  high  his  praifes  bear  ; 
Or  fit  on  flowery  boughs,  and  fing 
Your  Maker's  glory  there. 


P    S     A     I     M     S.  317 

1 1  Yc  reptile  myriads,  join 

T?  exalt  his  glorious  name, 
And  flies,  in  beauteous  forms  that  mine, 
His  wondrous  (kill  proclaim* 

1 2  By  ail  the  earth-born  race, 

His  honours  be  exprefs'd  ; 
But  faints,  that  know  his  heavenly  grace, 
Should  learn  to  praife  him  beft . 


p  a  u 


s  e   the  fecojid. 


13  Monarchs  of  wide  command, 

Praife  ye  th*  eternal  king — 
Judges  adore  that  fovereign  hand, 
Whence  all  your  honours  fpring. 

14  Let  vigorous  youth  engage 

To  found  his  praifes  high  : 
While  growing. babes  and  withering  agfi 
Their  feebler  voices  try. 

15  United  zeal  be  mown 

His  wondrous  fame  to  raife  ; 

God  is  the  Lord;  his  name  alone 

Beferves  our  endlefs  praife. 

1 6  Let  nature  join  with  art, 

And  all  pronounce  him  bleft, 
But  faints,  that  dwell  fo  near  his  heart, 
Should  fing  his  praifes  be  ft. 

P  S  A  L  M    CXLllv    Common  Metre. 

Praife  God,  all  his  faints;  w ,  The  faints judging 

the  world, 

1      A   LL  ye  that  love  the  Lord,  rejoice, 
J_Jl     And  let  your  fongs  be  new  ; 
Amidft  the  church  with  cheerful  voice 
His  later  wonders  mew* 


3*8  P    S     A    L   xM     S. 

2  The  Jews,  the  people  of  his  grace, 

Shall  their  Redeemer  fing ; 
And  Gentile  nations  join  the  praife, 
While  Zion  owns  her  king. 

3  The  Lord  takes  pleafure  in  the  jufl, 

Whom  finners  treat  with  fcorn  : 
The  meek,  that  lie  defpifed  in  duft, 

Salvation  fhall  adorn. 
4 -Saints  mould  be  joyful  in  their  king, 

E'en  on  a  dying  bed  ; 
And  like  the  fouls  in  glory  fing, 

For  God  (hall  raife  the  dead. 

5  Then  his  high  praife  fhall  fill  their  tongues, 

Their  hand  fhall  wield  the  fword  : 
And  vengeance  fhall  attend  their  fongs, 
The  vengeance  of  the  Lord. 

6  When  Chrift  his  judgment-feat  afcends, 

And  bids  the  world  appear, 
Thrones  are  prepar'd  for  all  his  friends, 
^  Who  humbly  lov'd  him  here. 

7  Then  fhall  they  rule  with  iron  rod, 

Nations  that  dar'd  rebel : 
And  join  the  fentence  of  their  God, 
On  tyrants  doom'd  to  hell. 

8  The  royal  finners,  bound  in  chains, 

New  triumph  fhall  afford  : 
Such  honour  for  the  faints  remains  : 
Praife  ye,  and  love  the  Lord. 

PSALM  CL.  ver.  i,  2,  6.  Common  Metre 

<dfon&  of  praife. 

1   IN  God's  own  houfe  pronounce  his  praife, 
JL     His  grace  he  there  reveals  ; 
To  heaven  your  joy  and  wonder  raife, 
.    For  there  his  glory  dwells. 


i 


PSALMS.  3*9 

a  Let  all  your  fccrtdpaflions  move, 
While  you  rehearfe  his  deeds  ; 
But  the  great  work  of  faving  love 
Your  higheft  P^i^  exceeds. 
*  AH  that  have  motion,  life  and  breath, 
Proclaim  your  Maker  blefs  d  ; 
Yet  when  my  voice  expires  in  death, 
My  foul  ihall  praife  him  belt • 

The    CHRISTIAN   DOXOLOGY. 
Long  Metre. 

TO  God  the  Father,  God  the  Son, 
And  God  the  Spirit,  three  in  one, 
Be  honour,  praife,  and  glory  given 
By  all  on  earth,  and  all  in  heaven. 
Common   Metre. 

LET  God  the  Father,  God  the  Son, 
And  Spirit  be  adored,        , 
Where  there  are  works  to  make  him  known, 

Or  faints  to  love  the  Lord. 
Common  Metre.     Where  the  tune  includes     tw$ 
JZanzas. 

I. 

THE  God  of  mercy  be  adored, 
Who  calls  our  fouls  from  death, 
Who  faves  by  his  redeeming  word, 
A  new-creating  breath. 
II. 

To  praife  the  Father,  and  the  Son, 

And  Spirit,  all  divine, 
The  one  in  three,  and  three  in  one, 

Let  faints  and  angels  join. 


i2P  PSALMS. 

Short  Metre. 

YE  angels,  round  the  throne, 
.  And  faints  that  dwell  below, 
Worfhip  the  Father,  praife  the  Son,  ' 
And  blefs  the  Spirit  too. 

As  the    nyh  Pfah;-:. 

NOW  to  the  great  and  facred  Three, 
1  he  Father,  Son,  and  Spirit,  be 
Eternal  praife  and  glory  given, 
I  hroiigh  all  the  worlds  where  God  is  known, 
•By  all  the  angels  near  the  thron«, 
And  all  the  faints  in  earth  and  heaven.   • 

As  the   148th  Pfalm. 

TO  God  the  Father's  throne 
Perpetual  honours  raife  • 
Glory  to  God  the  Son, 
To  God  the  Spirit  praife  : 

With  ail  our  powers, 
Eternal  king, 
Thy  name  we  fing, 
While  faith  adores. 


F    I    N    I    S. 


HYMNS 


AND 


SPIRITUAL   SONGS, 


IN  THREE  BOOKS  : 

I.  Collected  from  the  Scriptures. 

II.  Composed  on  Divine  Subjects. 

III.  Prepared  for  the  Lord's  Supper. 


By  I.  WATTS,  D.  D 


And  they  sung  a    new   Song,  saying,    Thou  art  worthy,    &c.  for  thou  wait 
slain,  and  hast  redeemed  us,   Iff*;.— Rev.  v.  9, 

Soliti  effent  [i.  e.  Christiani]  convenire,  carmenque,  Chrifto  quafi  Deo 

dicere. 

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HYMNS 


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SPIRITUAL     SONGS 

BOOK     I. 

COLLECTED  FROM  THE  HOLY  SCRIPTURES. 


HYMN   I.     Common  Metre. 

A  new  song  to  the  Lamb  that  was  slain.     Rev.  r, 
6,  8,  9,  io,  12. 

i   T>  EHOLD  the  glories  of  the  Lamb 
J3     Amidfl  his  Father's  throne: 
Prepare  new  honours  for  his  name, 
And  fongs  before  unknown. 

2  Let  elders  worfhip  at  his  feet, 

The  church  adore  around ; 
With  vials  full  of  odours  fweet, 
And  harps  of  fweeter  found. 

3  Thofe  are  thepray'rs  of  all  the  faints, 

And  thefe  the  hymns  they  raife  : 
Jefus  is  kind  to  our  complaints, 
He  loves  to  hear  our  praife. 

4  [Eternal  Father,  who  ihall  look 

Into  thy  fecret  will  ? 
Who  but  the  Son  mall  take  that  book, 
And  open  ev'ry  feal  ? 


4  HvMNsand  B    j 

5HefhalIfu,fi,th7great 

IheSondefervesitwell- 
%f\hk  ,hand  *e  fov'reign  keys 
Of  heav'n  and  death,  and  helm 

-oe  endleis  bleffings  paid  : 

The  worlds  of  nature  and  of  „ace 

Th      flP"  bCneath  dl7  pow'r  f 
Then  Aorten  thefe  deling  days 
And  bnng  the  promised  hour 

HYMN   II.     Long  Metre. 

%  Aft,  and  humanity  of  Christ   Tinn  ; 

U   *E  *e  blue  heav'ns  were  ftretch'd  -ihmA 
Wli  ^T.^^^gwas  the  WordT  d' 

-  muit  divinely  be  ador'd. 
his  own  pow'r  were  all  things  made 
By  himfupported  all  things  ftand  ;        ' 

He  js  the  whole  creation's  head 
■Ana  angels  fly  at  his  command. ' 

3  H'e.f,f  TS  born'  or  Satan  fell, 
He  m  the  hoft  of  morning  ftars . 
(1  hy  generation  who  can  till,        ' 
Or  count  the  number  of  thy  years?) 


a  B.  I.     s  SpiritualSongs. 

4  But,  \o,  he  leaves  thofe  heav'nly  forms. 
The  Word  defcends  and  dwells  in  clay, 
That  he  may  hold  converfe  with  worms, 
Drefs'd  in  fuch  feeble  flefh  as  they. 

5  Mortals  with  joy  beheld  his  face, 
Th'  eternal  Father's  only  Son  ; 

How  full  of  truth  !  how  full  of  grace  ! 
When  thro'  his  eyes  the  Godhead  fhone ! 

6  Archangels  leave  their  high  abode 
To  learn  new  myft'ries  here,  and  tell 
The  love  of  our  defcending  God, 
The  glories  of  Immanuel.- 

HYMN    III.     Short  Metre. 

The  nativity  of  Christ     Luke  i.  30,  &c.  Luke  ii, 
10,  &c. 

1  "13  E**OLD  tne  grace  appears, 
JQ     The  promife  is  fulfilPd  ; 
Mary  the  wond'rous  virgin  bears, 

And  Jefus  is  the  child. 

2  [The  Lord,  the  higheft  God, 

Calls  him  his  only  Son ; 
He  bids  him  rule  the  lands  abroad, 
And  gives  him  David's  throne. 

3  O'er  Jacob  mall  he  reign 

With  a  peculiar  iway ; 
The  nations  fhall  his  grace  obtain, 
His  kingdom  ne'er  decay.] 

4  To  bring  the  glorious  news, 

A  heav'nly  form  appears  ; 
He  tells  the  fhepherds  of  their  joys, 
And  baaifhes  their  fears, 
A  2 


g  Hymns    and  B.  I. 

5  Go,  humble  fwains,  faid  he, 

To  David's  city  fly, 
The  promis'd  iniant,  born  to  day, 
Doth  in  a  manger  lie. 

6  With  looks  and  heart  ferene, 

Go  vifit  Chrift  your  King  : 
And  ftraight  a  flaming  troop  was  feen  5 
The  {hepherds  heard  them  fing  : 

7  Glory  to  God  on  high  1 

And  heav'nly  peace  on  earth, 
Good-will  to  men,  to  angels  joy, 
At  the  Redeemer's  birth. 

8  fin  worlhip  fo  divine 

Let  faints  employ  their  tongues, 
With  the  celeftial  haft  we  join, 
And  loud  repeat  their  fongs. 

o  Glory  to  God  on  high  ! 

And  heav'nly  peace  on  earth, 
Good-will  to  men,  to  angels  joy, 
At  our  Redeemer's  birth.  J 

HYMN    IV.     Referred  to  the  id  Psalm. 
H  Y  M  N    V.     Common  Metre. 

Submission  to  afflictive  providences.     Job  i.  2 1 1 

NAKED  as  from  the  earth  we  came, 
And  crept  to  life  at  nrit, 
We  to  the  earth  return  again, 
And  mingle  with  our  duit. 
3  The  dear  delights  we  here  enjoy, 
And  fondly  call  our  own, 
Are  but  fliort  favours  borrow  d  now, 
To  be  repaid  anon. 


g  I  Spiritual   Songs. 

Tis  God  that  lifts  our  comforts  high, 

Or  finks  them  in  the  grave, 
He  rives,  and  (blefTed  be  his  name  !) 
He  takes  but  what  he  gave. 
4  Peace,  all  our  angry  paffions  then, 
Let  each  rebellious  figh  ^ 
Be  hient  at  his  fov'reign  will, 
And  every  murmur  die. 
c  If  fmiling  mercy  crowns  our  lives, 
Its  praifes  fliall  be  fpread, 
And  we'll  adore  the  juftice  too 
That  (hikes  our  comforts  dead. 

HYMN    VI.     Common  Metre. 

Triumph  over  death.     Job  xix.  25,  26,  27 
!   f^\  REAT  God,  I  own  the  fentence  juft, 
\-j     And  nature  mttft  decay  ; 
I  yield  my  body  to  the  duft, 
To  dwell  with  fellow-clay. 
2  Yet  faith  may  triumph  o'er  the  grave, 
And  trample  on  the  tombs  j 
My  Jefus,  my  Redeemer,  lives, 
My  God,  my  Saviour,  comes. 
<*  The  mighty  conq'ror  fliall  appear 
High  on  a  royal  feat, 
And  death,  the  lail  of  all  his  fees, 
Lie  vanquiih'd  at  his  feet. 
4  Though  greedy  worms  devour  my  fkin, 
And  gnaw  my  wafting  fiefli, 
When  God  fliall  build  my  bones  again, 
He'll  clothe  them  all  afrefii : 
r  Then  fliall  I  fee  thy  lovely  face 
With  ftrong  immortal  eyes, 


8  Hymns  and  B.  L 

And  feaft  upon  thy  unknown  grace 
With  pleafure  and  furprife. 

HYMN    VII.     Common  Metre. 

The  invitation  of  the  gospel:  Or,  spiritual  food  and 

clothing,   Ifa.  lv.  i,  2,  &c. 
i  E  T  ev'ry  mortal  ear  attend, 

JLj      And  ev'ry  heart  rejoice, 
The  trumpet  of  the  gofpel  founds 
With  an  inviting  voice  : 

2  Ho  !  all  ye  hungry  ftarving  fouls, 

That  feed  upon  the  wind, 
And  vainly  drive  with  earthly  toys 
To  fill  an  empty  mind : 

3  Eternal  wifdom  has  prepar'd 

A  foul -reviving  feaft, 
And  bids  your  longing  appetites 
The  rich  provifion  tafte. 

4  Ho !  ye  that  pant  for  living  ftreams, 

And  pine  away  and  die ; 
Here  you  may  quench  your  raging  thirft 
With  fprings  that  never  dry. 

5  Rivers  of  love  and  mercy  here 

In  a  rich  ocean  join ; 
Salvation  in  abundance  flows, 
Like  floods  of  milk  and  wine. 

6  [Ye  perifhing  and  naked  poor, 

Wlio  work  with  mighty  pain, 
To  weave  a  garment  of  your  own, 
That  will  not  hide  your  fin ; 

7  Come,  naked,  and  adorn  your  fouls 

In  robes  prepaid  by  God, 


V 


B.I.  Spiritual  Songs.  9 

Wrought  bv  the  labours  of  his  Son, 
And  dyed  in  his  blood.  J 

8  Dear  God  1  the  treafures  of  thy  love 

Are  everlafting  mines, 
Deep  as  our  helplefs  mis'ries  are, 
And  boundlefs  as  our  fins  ! 

9  The  happy  gates  of  gofpei  grace 

Stand  open  night  and  day  : 
Lord,  we  are  come  to  feek  fupplies, 
And  drive  our  wants  away. 

HYMN   VIII.     Common  Metre. 

The  safety  and  protection  of  the  church.  Ifa.  «vi. 

i,  2,  3,4,  5>  6. 
j    irjr  OW  honourable  is  the  place 
fr"J_     Where  we  adoring  Hand, 
Zion,  the  glory  of  the  earth, 
And  beauty  of  the  land  ! 

2  Bulwarks  of  mighty  grace  defend 

The  city  where  we  dwell ; 
The  walls  of  flrong  falvation  made, 
Defy  th'  affaults  of  hell. 

3  Lift  up  the  everlafting  gates, 

The  doors  wide  open  fling, 
Enter  ye  nations,  that  obey 
The  ftatutes  of  our  King. 

4  Here  mail  you  tafle  unmingled  joy, 

And  live  in  perfeft  peace  ; 
You  that  have  known  Jehovah's  name, 
And  ventur'd  on  his  grace. 

5  Truft  in  the  Lord,  for  ever  truft, 

And  baniili  all  your  fears ; 


10  Hymns    and  B   j 

St£nr  fe Lord  Jeh°vah  dwells, 
eternal  as  his  years. 

6  What  the-  the  rebels  dwell  on  high, 

His  arms /half  bring  them  low; 

Low  as  the  CaVerns  of  the  grave' 
Their  lofty  heads  lhall  bow; 

7  On  Babylon  our  feet  lhall  tread, 

In  that  rejoicing  hour  ; 
The  rums  of  her  walls  lhall  fpread 
A  pavement  for  the  poor. 

HYMN    IX.     Common  Metre. 

Th*  Promises  of  the  covenant  of  trace.  Ifa  Iv     ,     » 
Zech,xii.  i.  Mic  vii    .o    itX  •        ''  2* 

|N  vain  we  lavilh  out  our  lives, 
li,      lo  gather  empty  wind; 
Th^choiceft  bleffings  earth  can  yield 
Will  ftarve  a  hungry  mind. 

2  CZ\Znd  Ar  uard  fha11  feed  our  «>ul. 
wrl i1  more  fubftantial  meat, 

w- wh  Is  faints  in  §lory  love> 

With  fuch  as  angels  eat. 

3  Our  God  will  ev'ry  want  fupply, 

And  fill  our  hearts  with  peace  ; 
He  gives,  bycov'nant  and  by  oath, 
Ine  riches  of  his  grace. 

4  Come    and  he'll  cleanfe  our  fpotted  foul, 

And  walh  away  our  ftains 
In  the  dear  fountain  that  his  Son 
Pour'd  from  his  dying  veins. 

5  [Our  guilt  lhall  vanilh  all  away       ' 

Tho' black  as  hell  before ; 


B.  I.         Spiritual   Songs. 

Our  fins  fhall  fink  beneath  the  fea, 
And  fhall  be  found  no  more. 

6  And  left  pollution  mould  o'erfpread 

Our  inward  powers  again, 
His  Spirit  fhall  bedew  our  fouls, 
Like  purifying  rain.] 

7  Our  heart,  that  flinty  flubborn  thing, 

That  terrors  cannot  move, 
That  fears  no  threat'nings  of  his  wrath, 
Shall  be  diffolvM  by  love  : 

8  Or  he  can  take  the  flint  away 

That  would  not  be  refin'd, 
And,  from  the  treafures  of  his  grace, 
Beftow  a  fofter  mind. 

9  There  fhall  his  facred  Spirit  dwell, 

And  deep  engrave  his  law, 
And  ev'ry  motion  of  our  fouls 
To  fwift  obedience  draw. 

io  Thus  will  he  pour  falvation  down, 

And  we  fhall  render  praife  ; 

We  the  dear  people  of  his  love3 

And  he  our  God  of  Grace. 

HYMN    X.     Short  Metre, 

The  blessedness  of  gospel  times  ;  or,  The  revelation  of 
Christ  to  Jews  and  Gentiles.     Ifa  v.  2,  7,  8?  9, 
10.     Matth.  xiii.   16,   17. 
-  1   TJOW  beauteous  are  their  feet 
<r\     Who  (land  on  Zion's  hill, 
,    Who  bring  falvation  on  their  tongues, 
And  words  of  peace  reveal ! 

2  How  charming  is  their  voice, 
How  fweet  the  tidings  are ! 


12  Hymns  and  B.  I, 

"  Zion,  behold  thy  Saviour  King, 
"  He  reigns  and  triumphs  here." 

3  How  happy  are  our  ears, 

That  hear  this  joyful  found, 
Which  kings  and  prophets  waited  for, 
And  fought,  but  never  found  ! 

4  How  blefied  are  our  eyes, 

That  fee  this  heav'nly  light ; 
Prophets  and  kings  defir'd  it  long, 
But  dy'd  without  the  fight. 

5  The  watchmen  join  their  voice, 

And  tuneful  notes  employ  ; 
Jerufalem  breaks  forth  in  fongs, 
And  defarts  learn  the  joy. 

6  The  Lord  makes  bare  his  arm 

Thro'  all  the  earth  abroad  j 
Let  ev'ry  nation  now  behold 
Their  Saviour  and  their  God. 

HYMN   XI.     Long  Metre. 

The  humble  enlightened,  and  carnal  reason  humbled ; 
or,  The  sovereignty  of  grace,     Luke  x.  21,  22. 

1  njHHERE  was  an  hour  when  Chrifh  rejoic'd, 

And  fpoke  his  joy  in  words  of  praife  j 
«<  Father  j  I  thank  thee,  mighty  God, 
"  Lord  of  the  earth,  and  heav'ns,  and  feas. 

2  "  I  thank  thy  fov'  reign  pow'r  and  love, 
"  That  crowns  my  doctrine  with  fuccefs ; 

"  And  make  the  babes  in  knowledge  learn 
"  The  heights,  and  breadths,    and  lengths  of 
grace. 


B.  I.         Spiritual  Songs.  13 

*  «  But  all  this  glory  lies  conceal'd      § 
«  From  men  of  prudence  and  of  might, 
The  prince  of  darknefs  blinds  their  eyes, 
And  their  own  pride  refills  the  light. 
<  Father,  'tis  thus,  becaufe  thy  will 
*  Chofe  and  ordain'd  it  mould  be  fo  ; 
"  'Tis  thy  delight  t'  abafe  the  proud, 
«  And  lay  the  haughty  fcorner  low. 

r  «  There's  none  can  know  the  Father  right 
"  But  thofe  who  learn  it  from  the  Son, 
«  Nor  can  the  Son  be  well  receiv'd 
"  But  where  the  Father  makes  him  known. 

6  Then  let  our  fouls  adore  our  God, 
That  deals  his  graces  as  he  pleafe  ; 
Nor  gives  to  mortals  an  account, 
Or  of  his  adions  or  decrees. 

HYMN    XII.     Common  Metre. 

Free  grace  in  revealing  Christ.     Luke  x.  2 1 . 

1  TESUS,  the  man  of  conftant  grief, 
J      A  mourner  all  his  days, 

His  Spirit  once  rejoic'd  aloud, 
And  turn'd  his  joy  to  praife. 

2  "  Father,  I  thank  thy  wond'rous  love, 

"  That  hath  reveai'd  thy  Son 
"  To  men  unlearned  ;  and  to  babes 
Has  made  thy  Gofpel  knewn. 

3  "  The  myft'ries  of  redeeming  grace 

"  Are  hidden  from  the  wile,  ^ 
"  While  pride  and  carnal  reas'nings  join 
"  To  fwell  and  blind  our  eyes." 
B 


14  Hymns  and  B.  I. 

4  Thus  doth  the  Lord  of  heaven  and  earth 
His  great  decrees  fulfil, 
And  orders  all  his  works  of  grace, 
By  his  own  fov 'reign  will. 

HYMN  XIII.     Long  Metre. 

The  Son  of  God  incarnate ;   or,  The  titles  and  the 
kingdom  of  Christ.     Ifa,  ix.  2,  6,  7. 

1   r  I  'HE  lands  that  long  in  darknefs  lay, 
X       Now  have  beheld  a  heav'nly  light, 
Nations  that  fat  in  death's  cold  made, 
Are  blefs'd  with  beams  divinely  bright. 

1  The  virgin's  promis'd  Son  is  born  ; 
Behold  th'  expected  child  appear  ; 
What  mail  his  name  or  titles  be  ? 
The  Wonderful,   The  Counfellor. 

3  [This  infant  is  the  mighty  God, 
Come  to  be  fuckled  and  adcr'd  ; 
TL'  eternal  Father,  Prince  of  Peace, 
The  Son  of  David,  and  his  Lord. 3 

4  The  government  of  earth  and  feas 
Upon  his  moulders  mall  be  laid  ; 
His  wide  dominions  mail  increafe, 
And  honours  to  his  name  be  paid. 

5  Jefus,  the  holy  child,  mall  fit 
High  on  his  father  David's  throne, 
Shall  crufh  his  foes4  beneath  his  feet, 
And  reign  to  ages  yet  unknown. 

H  Y  M  N  XIV.     Long  Metre. 

The  triumph   cf  faith ;    or,   Christ's  unchangeable 
love.     Rom.  viii.  33,  &c. 

1  ""fTTHO  mall  the  Lord's  eled  condemn? 
VV       'Tis  God  that  iuflifies  their  fouls, 


B    I  Spiritual  Songs.  *5 

And  their  falvation to  fulhl, 
Behold  him  rifog  from  the  dead. 

,  He  lives !  he  lives !  and  fits  above, 

*  For  ever  interceding  there: 

Who  (hall  divide  us  ^g, 
Or  what  could  tempt  us  to  deipar . 

4  Shall  perfection  or  ^*f  *»    ^  ? 
4  Famine,  or  fword,  or  ^f^reudi 
He  that  hath  lov'd  us  bears  »  £jg» 
And  makes  us  more  than  conq  rors  too. 
e  Faith  has  an  overcoming  pow'r, 
It  triumphs  in  the  dying  hour  : 
Chrift  is'our  life,  our  joy,  our  hope, 
Nor  can  we  fink  with  fuch  a  pi  op. 
6  Not  all  that  men  on  earth  can  do 

Nor  pow'vs  on  high,  nor  pow  rs  below, 

Shall  cauie  his  mercy  to  remove, 

0r "ean  our  hearts  from  Chrift  our  love. 

HYMN  XV.     Long  Metre. 

Our  km  -weakness,  and  Christ  our  strength 

2  Cor.  xii.  7,  9'  I0- 
i   T     E  T  me  but  hear  my  Saviour  fay, 
Jj     Strength  shall  be  equal  to  the  day ; 
Then  I  rejoic'd  in  deep  diftrefs, 
Leaning;  on  all-fufficient  grace. 

2  I  dory  in  infirmity, 

That  Chrift's  own  power  may  reft  on  me  ; 


sS  Hymn  s   and  B.  I, 

When  I  am  weak,  then  am  I  ftrong, 
Grace  is  my  fhield,  and  Chrift  my  fong. 

3  I  can  do  all  things,  or  can  bear 

All  fufPrmgs,  if  my  Lord  be  there  ; 
S^eet  pleafures  mingle  with  the  pains, 
While  his  left  hand  my  head  fuftains. 

4  But  if  the  Lord  be  once  withdrawn, 
And  we  attempt  the  work  alone  ; 
When  new  temptations  fpring  and  rife, 
We  find  how  great  our  weaknefs  is. 

5  So  Sampfon,  when  his  hair  was  loft, 
Met  the  Philiftines  to  his  coft  ; 
Shook  his  vain  limbs  with  fad  furprife, 
Made  feeble  fight,  and  loft  his  eyes. 

HYMN  XVI.     Common  Metre. 

Hosanna  to  Christ.      Matth.  xxi.  9.     Luke  xix. 
38,  40. 

YOSANNA  to  the  royal  Son 
jt.      Of  David's  ancient. line  ! 
natures  two,  his  perlbn  one, 

ious  and  divine. 

lie  root  of  David  here  we  find, 
And  offspring,  is  the  fame  ; 
.Eternity  and  time  are  join'd 
*  In  oar  Immanuel's  name. 

BlefsM  he  that  comes  to  wretched  men 

With  peaceful  news  from  heav'n  ! 
Hofannas,  of  the  higheft  ftrain, 

To  Chrift  the  Lord  be  giv'n  ! 

Let  mortals  ne'er  refufe  to  take 
Th'  holaiina  on  their  tongues, 


o 


B.  I.  Spiritual  Songs.  17 

Left  rocks  and  ftones  mould  raife,  and  break 
"  Their  filence  into  fongs. 

H  Y  M  N   XVII.     Common  Metre. 

Victory  over  Death.     1  Cor.  xv.  $5*  &c' 
FOR  an  overcoming  faith 
To  cheer  my  dying  hours, 
To  triumph  o'er  the  monfter  death, 
And  all  his  frightful  powers  I 
2  joyful,  with  all  the  ftrength  I  have, 
My  quiv'ring  lips  mould  ring, 
«  Where  is  thy  boafted  vid'ry,  grave  ? 
"  And  where  the  monfter's  (ling  I 

<i  If  fin  be  pardon' d  I'm  fecure, 
J       Death  has  no  fting  befide  : 

The  law  gives  fin  its  damning  pow  r  j 
But  Chrift  my  ranfom  dy'd. 

4  Now  to  the  God  of  vi&ory 
Immortal  thanks  be  paid, 
Who  makes  us  conq'rors,  while  we  die, 
Through  Chrift  our  living  head. 

HYMN   XVIII.     Common  Metre. 

Blessed  are  the  Dead  that  die  in  the  Lord.     Rev 

xiv.  13. 
j   j  TEAR  what  the  voice  fromheav'n  proclaim 
Jfj[     For  all  the  pious  dead, 
Sweet  is  the  favour  of  their  names, 
And  foft  their  fleeping  bed. 
%  They  die  in  Jefus,  and  are  blefs'd  -9 
How  kind  their  numbers  are ! 
B  2 


lS  Hymns  and  B.  I 

From  luff  'rings  and  from  fins  releas'cl, 
And  freed  from  ev'ry  fnare. 

3  Far  from  this  world  of  toil  and  ftrife, , 
They're  prefent  with  the  Lord  -9 
The  labours  of  their  mortal  life 
End  in  a  large  reward. 

HYMN  XIX.     Common  Metre. 

The  song  of  Sinmn  ;    or,    Death  made  desirable. 
Luke  i.  27,  &c. 

1  O  R  D,  at  thy  temple  we  appear, 
Jl j     As  happy  Simeon  came, 

And  hope  to  meet  our  Saviour  here  > 
O  make  our  joys  the  fame. 

2  With  what  divine  and  vail  delight 

The  good  old  man  was  fill'd, 
When  fondly  in  his  wither 'd  arms  . 
He  clafp'd  the  holy  child  ; 

3  "  Now  I  can  leave  this  world,"  he  cry'd, 

"  Behold  thy  fervant  dies  ; 
"  I've  ken  thy  great  falvation,  Lord, 
"  And  clofe  my  peaceful  eyes. 

"  This  is  the  light  prepard  to  mine 

ct  Upon  the  Gentile  lands, 
"  Thine  Ifrael's  glory,  and  their  hope,    * 
To  break  their  flavifh  bands. *' 

[Jefus  !  the  vifion  of  thy  face 

Hath  over.pow'ring  charms ! 
Scarce  ihall  I  feel  death's  cold  embrace, 

If  Chrift  be  in  my  arms. 

C  Then  will  ye  hear  my  heart-firings  break, 
How  fweet  my  minutes  roll ! 


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jg    j  Spiritual   Songs. 

A  mortal  palenefs  on  my  check, 
And  glory  in  my  foul.  J 

HYMN    XX.     Common  Metre. 

1 and  garments  of  salvation.     La  lxi. 

AWAKE  my  heart,  arife  my  tongue, 
Prepare  a  tuneful  voice  ; 
a  God,  the  life  of  all  my  jo^ 
Aloud  will  I  rejoice. 
2  'Tis  he  adorn'd  my  naked  foul, 
And  made  falvation  mine  ; 
Upon  a  poor  polluted  worm 
He  makes  his  graces  lhine. 
»  And  left  the  fhadow  of  a  fpot^ 
Rhould  on  my  foul  be  iouna, 
HcTtook  the  robe  the  Saviour  wrought, 
*  Andcaftit  all  around. 
A  How  far  the  fieav'nly  robe  exceeds 
What  earthly  princes  wear 
Tfefe  ornaments  how  bright  they  mine  I 
How  white  the  garments  are  . 
r  The  Spirit  wrought  my  faith,  and  love, 
And  hope,  and  ev'ry  grace  ; 
But  jefus  ipent  his  life,  to  work 
The  robe  of  righteouiheis. 
6  Strangely,  my  foul,  art  thou  array  5d 
By  the  great  facred^lnree  . 
In  fweetefl  harmony  of  praiie 
Let  all  thy  pow'rs  agree. 


L 


20  H  v  M  N  s    and  B    j 

HYMN   XXI.    Common  Metre. 

A  vision  of  the  kingdom  of  Christ  among  mcn 
Rev.  m    x,   2,  3>  4.         -        * 

O,  what  a  glorious  fight  appears 
J    lo  our  believing  eyes' 

Tne  earth  and  feas  are  pafs'd  away, 
And  the  old  rolling  fkies. 

2  ^Thart^ir^  whereG^udeS, 

i  nat  noiy,  happy  place, 

Ihe  new  Jerufalem  comes  down 
Adcm'd  with  mining  grace. 

3  Attending  angels  /hour  for  joy 

And  the  bright  armies  fmg  ' 
Mortals,  behold  the  facred  feat  ' 
"  Of  your  defending  King. 

4  "  The  God  of  glory  down  to  men 

Kemoves  nis  bleft  abode  ; 

«T'?^deur?bJeasofhisS^e, 
And  he  the  loving  God. 

His  own  foft  hand  fhall  wipe  the  tears 

X'romev  ry  weeping  eye, 
;nd  pains,  anx!  groans,  and  griefs,  and  fears 
"And  death  itfdf  fhall  die.?'  luILars> 

41  fedear  Saviour,  O  how  long ! 
Shall  this  bright  hour  delay  ? 

wifter  round  ye  wheels  of  time, 
And  bring  the  welcome  day. 


B.  I.         Spiritual    Songs.  21 

HYMN  XXII.  andXXHL  Referred  to  Psal  125. 

HYMN    XXIV.     Long  Metre. 

77*  r/V/>  /i»wr  dying.     1  ial.  xiix.  o,  j 

8.      fob.  111.  i45  I5-. 
!   IN  vain  the  wealthy  mortal*  toil, 
I   And  heap  their  fliining  cuft  in  vain, 
fook  down  and  fcom  the  humble  poor, 
And  boaft  their  lofty  hills  of  gam. 
%  Their  golden  cordials  cannot  eafe 
Their  pained  hearts  or  acnmg  head*. 
Nor  fright,  nor  bribe  approaching  death 
From  gWring  roofs  and  downy  beds. 
*  The  lingering,  th'  unwilling  foul, 
The  difmal  fummons  muii  obey, 
And  bid  a  long,  a  fed  farewe  , 
To  the  pale  lumps  of  lifelefs  clay. 
a  Thence-tibey  are  huddled  to  the  grave, 
Where  kings  and  flaves  have  equal  thrones ; 
Their  bones,  without  diftinftion,  lie 
Among  the  heaps  of  meaner  bones. 

The  rest  referred  to  the  49th  Psalm. 

HYMN   XXV.     Long  Metre. 

A  vision  of  the  Lamb.     R.?;.  Y.  C,  7,  8,  9. 

1  A    LL  mortal  valines  begone, 

XX     Nor  terror  my  eyes,  nor  tire  my  ears  ; 
Behold,  amidft  the  eternal  throne 
A  vifion  of  the  Lamb  appears. 

2  [Glory  his  fleecy  robe  adorns, 
Mark'd  with  the  bloody  death  he  bore  5 
Sev'n  are  his  eyes,  and  fev'n  his  horns, 
To  fpeak  his  wifdom  and  his  pow'r. 


22  Hymns    and  B   L 

3  Lo,  he  receives  a  fealed  book 
From  him  that  fits  upon  the  throne  : 
n    J  ??Lord>  Prevails  to  look 

Oil  dark  decrees,  and  things  unknown.  I 

4  All  the  aflembling  faints  around 
*all  worflupping  before  the  Lamb, 
And,  m  new  fongs  of  gofpel  found, 
Aadrefs  their  honours  to  his  name. 

5  The  joy,  the  fhout,  the  harmony, 
thesoer  the  everlafdng  hills;     " 

.  Worthy  art  thou  alone,"  they  cry, 
To  read  the  book,  to  loofe  the  feals." 
C  Our  voices  join  the  heav'nly  firain, 
And    with  tranfporting  pleafure,  for, 
Worthy  the  Lamb,  that  once  w'as  flat, 
To  be  our  Teacher  and  our  King. 

7  His  wbrds  of  prophecy  reveal 
Eternal  counfels,  deep  defies  : 
His  grace  and  vengeance  /hall  fulfil 
Ihe  peaceful  and  the  dreadful  lines. 

8  Thou  haft  redeem'd  our  fouls  from  hell 
With  thine  invaluable  blood  • 

And  wretches  that  did  once  rebel 
Are  now  made  fav'rites  of  their  God. 
Worthy  for  ever  is  the  Lord, 
That  dy'd  for  treolo"?  not  his  own, 
By  ev'ry  tongue  to  be  ador'd, 
And  dwell  upon  his  Father's  tiirone. 


B.I.         Spiritual  Songs.  ?£, 

H  YMN    XXVI.     Common  Metre. 

Hope  of  heaven  by  the  resurrection  of  Christ. 
i  Pet.  i.  3,  4,  5. 

1  TT|  LESS'D  be  the  everlafting  God, 
JJ     The  Father  of  our  Lord  ; 

Be  his  abounding  mercy  prais'd, 
His  Majefty  ador'd. 

2  When  from  the  dead  he  rais'd  his  Son, 

And  calFd  him  to  the  fey, 

He  gave  our  fouls  a  lively  hope 

That  they  mould  never  die. 

3  What  though  our" inbred  fins  require 

Our  flefh  to  fee  the  duft, 
Yet  as  the  Lord,  our  Saviour,  rofe, 
So  all  his  fcllow'rs  muff. 

4  There's  an  inheritance  divine, 

Referv'd  againil  that  day; 
'Tis  uncorrupted,  undenTd, 
And  cannot  wafte  away. 

5  Saints,  by  the  pow'r  of  God,  are  kept 

Till  the  falvation  come  : 
We  walk  by  Fairfi,  as  fir  angers  here, 
'Till  Chrift  fcail  call  us  home. 

HYMN    XXVII.     Common  Metre, 

Assurance  of  heaven  ;  or,  A  mini  prepared  to  die  I 
1  Tim.  iv.  6,  7,  8,  18. 

1  \_  I  XEATH  may  difTolve  my  body  now, 
JL/  And  bear  my  fpirit  home  ; 
Why  do  my  minutes  move  fo  flow, 
Nor  my  falvation  come  ? 


24  Hymns   and  B.  I, 

2  With  heav'nly  weapons  I  have  fought 

^  The  battles  of  the  Lord  ; 
Finifh'd  my  eourfe,  and  kept  the  faith, 
And  wait  the  fure  reward.] 

3  God  has  laid  up  in  heav'n  for  me 

A  crown  which  cannot  fade  ; 
The  righteous  Judge,  at  that  great  day, 
Shall  place  it  on  my  head. 

4  Nor  hath  the  King  of  grace  decreed 

This  prize  for  me  alone ; 
But  all  that  love  and  long  to  fee 
Th'  appearance  of  his  Son. 

5  Jefus,  the  Lord,  mall  guard  me  fafe 

From  ev'ry  ill  defigri ; 
And  to  his  heav'nly  kingdom  take 
This  feeble  foul  of  mine. 

6  God  is  my  everlafting  aid, 

And  hell  fhall  rage  in  vain  ; . 
To  him  be  highefl  glory  paid, 
And  endlefs  praife.     Amen. 

HYMN    XXVIII.     Common  Metre. 

The  triumph  of  Christ  over  the  enemies  of  the  Church* 
Ifa.  lxiii.  i,  2,  3,  &c. 

i   TT7HAT  mighty  man,  or  mighty  God, 
.  V  V   Comes,  travelling  in  flate, 
>  Along  the  Idumea  road, 
\  Away  from  Bozrah's  gate  ? 

2  Theory  of  his  robes  proclaim 
'  I  Mome  victorious  King  : 
"  'Tis  l5the  Juft,  the  Almighty  One, 
"  That  your  falvadon  bring.'* 


B.I.  Spiritual  Songs.  25 

3  Why,  mighty  Lord,  thy  faints  inquire, 

Why  thine  apparel's  red  ? 
And  all  thy  vefture  (tain'd,  like  thofe 
Who  in  the  wine-prefs  tread  ? 

4  "  I  by  myfelf  have  trod  the  prefs, 

"  And  crufh'd  my  foes  alone  ; 
"  My  wrath  hath  (truck  the  rebels  dead, 
"  My  fury  itamp'd  them  down. 

5  "  'Tis  Edom's  blood  that  dyes  my  robes 

"  With  joyful  fcarlet  (tains  ;  = 
"  The  triumph  that  my  raiment  wears 
"  Sprung  from  their  bleeding  veins ; 

6  "  Thus  (hall  the  nations  be  deftroy'd 

"  That  dare  infult  my  faints ; 
"  I  have  an  arm  t*  avenge  their  wrongs, 
"  An  ear  for  their  complaints." 

HYMN    XXIX.     Common  Metre. 

The  triumph  of  Christ  ;  or,  The  rum  of  Antichrist* 
Ver.  4,  5,  6,  7. 

LIFT  my  banner,"  faith  the  Lord, 
"  Where  Antichrift  has  flood  ; 
"  The  city  of  my  gofpel  foes 
"  Shall  be  a  field  of  blood. 

a  "  My  heart  has  (tudied  ju(t  revenge, 
"  And  now  the  day  appears, 
"  The  day  of  my  redeem' d  is  come, 
"  To  wipe  away  their  tears. 

3  "  Quite  weary  is  my  patience  grown, 
"  And  bids  my  fury  go  : 
"  Swift  as  the  light'ning  it  (hall  move, 
"  And  be  as  fatal  too. 
C 


26  Hymns    and  B.  I, 

4  "  I  call  for  helpers,  but  in  vain  : 

"  Then  has  my  gofpel  none  ? 
"  Well,  mine  own  arm  has  might  enough, 
"  To  crufh  my  foes  alone. 

5  "  Slaughter,  and  my  devouring  fword, 

"  Shall  walk  the  ftreets  around, 
"  Babel  mall  reel  beneath  my  ftroke, 
"  And  dagger  to  the  ground." 

6  Thy  honours,  O  victorious  King ! 

Thine  own  right  hand  mail  raife, 
While  we  thy  awful  vengeance  fing, 
And  our  deliv'rer  praife. 

HYMN   XXX.     Long  Metre. 

Prayer  for  deliverance  answered.  Ifa.  xxvi.  8, — 20, 

1  IN  thine  own  ways,  O  God  of  love, 
X  We  wait  the  vifits  of  thy  grace  ; 
Our  foul's  defire  is  to  thy  name, 
And  the  remembrance  of  thy  face. 

2  My  thoughts  are  fearching,  Lord,  for  thee, 
'Mongft  the  black  fhades  of  lonefome  night ; 
My  earned  cries  falute  the  fkies, 

Before  the  dawn  reiiore  the  light, 

3  Look  how  rebellious  men  deride 
The  tender  patience  of  my  God  ; 
But  they  (hall  fee  thy  lifted  hand, 
And  feel  the  fcourges  of  thy  rod. 

4  Eark !  the  Eternal  rends  the  fky, 
A  mighty  voice  before  him  goes, 
A  voice  of  mufic  to  his  friends, 
But  threat'ning  thunder  to  his  foes, 


B.I.  Spiritual   Songs.  27 

c  Come,  children,  to  your  Father's  arms, 

Hide  in  the  chambers  of  my  grace 

Till  the  fierce  florin  be  overblown, 

5  And  my  revenging  fury  ceafe. 
6  My  fword  fhall  boafl  its  thoufands  flain, 

And  drink  the  blood  of  haughty  kings, 

While  heav'nly  peace  around  my  flocic 

Stretches  its  foft  and  fhady  wings. 

HYMN    XXXI.     Referred  to  the  1  si  Psalm. 
HYMN    XXXII.     Common  Metre. 

Strength  from  heaven.     Ifa.  xl.  27,  28,  29,  30. 
j  -^nr  y HENCE  do  our  mournful  thoughts  arife  ? 
\\f     And  where's  our  courage  fled  ? 
Has  refllefs  fin,  and  raging  hell, 
Struck  all  our  comforts  dead  ? 
<j  Have  we  forgot  th'  Almighty  name, 
That  form'd  the  earth  and  fea  ? 
And  can  an  all-creating  arm 
Grow  weary  or  decay  ? 

3  Treafures  of  everlafting  might 

In  our  Jehovah  dwell  ; 
He  fives  the  conquefl  to  the  weak, 
And  treads  their  foes  to  hell. 

4  Mere  mortal  pow'r  fhall  fade  and  die. 

And  youthful  vigour  ceafe  ; 
But  we  that  wait  upon  the  Lord, 
Shall  feel  our  flrength  increafe. 

5  The  faints  fhall  mount  on  eagle's  wings, 

And  tafle  the  promis'd  blifs, 
'Till  their  unwearied  feet  arrive 
Where  perfect  pleafure  is. 


28  Hymns  and  b.  I, 

HYMN  XXXIII.  XXXIV.  XXXV.  XXXVI 
XXXVII.  XXXVIII.     Referred  to  Psalm      ' 
I2I>I24,  67,  73,  go,  and  84. 

HYMN   XXXIX.     Common  Metre. 

God's  tender  eare  of  his  chureh.     £fa.  xlix.  ,  , 
14,  &c.  ? 

1  1V0vW^alI,my  inward  i°ys  **&, 

1  1[  And  burft  into  a  W  ; 
Almighty  love  infpires  my  heart, 
And  pleafures  tune  my  tongue. 

2  God  on  his  thirfly  Zion  hill 

Some  mercy  drops  has  thrown, 
And  folemn  oaths  hath  bound  his  love 
10  mow  r  falvation  down. 

3  ^|ydp  we  then  indulge  Sur  fears, 

binpiacns,  and  complaints  ? 
Is  he  a  God,  and  mail  his  grace 
Grow  weary  of  his  faints  ? 

4  Can  a  kind  woman  e'er  forget 

The  infant  of  her  womb, 
And  taongfl  a  thoufand  tender  thoughts 
Her  iucklmg  have  no  room  ? 

5  "Yet    (faith  the  Lord),  mould  nature  change, 

And  mothers  monfters  prove, 
"  Zion  frill  dwells  upon  the  heart ' 
"  Of  everlafting  love. 

6  "  Deep  on  the  palms  of  both  my  hands 

"  I  have  engraved  her  name  ; 
"  My  hands  mall  raife  her  ruin'd  walls 
"  And  build  her  broken  frame.'' 


B.  I.         Spiritual   Songs.  29 

HYMN    XL.     Long  Metre. 

The  business  and  blessedness  of  glorified  saints. 
Rev.  vii.   13,  H>   *&  &c# 
1  XT  THAT  happy  men,  or  angels,  thrfc, 

Vv   That  ai1  their  robes  are  p 

Whence  did  this  glorious  troop  arrive 
At  the  pure  realms  of  heav'nly  light? 
a  From-tort'ring  racks,  and  burning  fires, 
And  feas  of  their  own  blood,  they  came : 
But  nobler  blood  has  wain' d  their  robes, 
Flowing  from  Chriflthe  dying  Lamb. 
*  Now  they  approach  th'  Almighty's  throne 
With  loud  hofannas,  night  and  day. 
Sweet  anthems  to  the  great  Three-One, 
Meaiure  their  blefl  eternity. 
4  No  more  mall  hunger  pain  their  fouls  5 
'  He  bids  their  parching  thirft  be  gone, 
And  fpreads  the  fhadow  of  his  wings 
To  Ikreen  them  from  the  fcorchmg  tun. 
c  The  Lamb,  that  fills  the  middle  throne, 
Shall  fhed  around  his  milder  beams  ; 
There  fhall  they  feaft  on  his  rich  love, 
And  drink  full  joys  from  living  dreams. 
6  Thus  fhall  their  mighty  blifs  renew, 
Thro'  the  vaft  round  of  endlefs  years, 
And  the  foft  hand  of  fov'reign  grace   : 
Heals  all  their  wounds,  and  wipes  their  tears. 
C  2 


3°  H  Y  M 


a  B.  I. 

HYMN    XLI. 

the  same;  or,  Themarij:^    nified.     R,v.  v5. 

X       Whence  all  their  bright  array  ?      ' 

°™  °amf  'heT  t0  the  haPP7  ^ats      ' 
Ofeverlaftingday? 

2  Fr°™  toWng  pains  to  endlefs  joys, 

On  fiery  wheels  they  rode,       '  ' 
And  ilrangely  wafh'd  their  raiment  white 
in  Jems'  dying  blood. 

3  Now  they  approach  a  fpotlefs  God, 

And  bow  before  his  throne  • 
Their  warbling  harps  and  facred  Ws, 
Adore  the  Holy  One.  '  ° 

4  The  unveii'd  glories  of  his  face 

Amongft  his  faints  refide, 
While  the  rich  treafure  of  his  grace 
bees  all  their  wants  fupply'd. 

5  Tormenting  thirft  fhall  leave  their  fouls, 

And  hunger  flee  as  faft  ; 
The  fruit  of  life's  immortal  Tree 
Shall  be  their  fweet  repaft. 

6  The  Lamb  fhall  lead  lu>  heav'nly  flock 

Where  living  fountaiiis  rife, 
And  love  divine  fhall  wipe  away 
The  forrows  of  their  eyes. 


B.I.  SpiritualSongs, 

H  Y  M  N   XLII.     Common  Metre. 

Divine  wrath  and  mercy  :    From  Nahum  i, 
2,  3,  &c. 
!      A   D  O RE  and  tremble,  for  our  God  * 
J^\_     Is  a  *  consuming fi re  ; 
His  jealous  eyes  his  wrath  inflame, 
And  raife  his  vengeance  higher. 

2  Almighty  vengeance  how  it  burns ; 

How  bright  his  fury  glows  !  > . 
Vaft  magazines  of  plagues  and  florins 
Lie  treafur'd  for  his  foes. 

3  Thofe  heaps  of  wrath,  by  flow  degrees, 

Are  forc'd  into  a  flame, 
But  kindled,  Oh!  how  fierce  they  blaze  I 
And  rend  all  nature's  frame. 

4  At  his  approach  the  mountains  flee, 

And  feek  a  wat'ry  grave  ; 
The  frighted  fea  makes  hafte  away, 
And  flirinks  up  ev'ry  wave. 

5  Through  the  wide  air  the  weighty  rocks 

Are  fwift  as  hail-ftones  hurl'd  : 
Who  dares  engage  his  n'ry  rage, 
That  {hakes  the  folid  world  1 

6  Yet,  mighty  God  !  thy  fov'reign  grace 

Sits  regent  on  the  throne, 
The  refuge  of  thy  chofen  race 

When°wrath  comes  "ruining  down. 

7  Thy  hand  mall  on  rebellious  kings 

A  n'ry  temped  pour, 
While  we,  beneath  thy  flielt'ring  wmgs, 
Thy  juft  revenge  adore. 

•  Iieb.  xii.  2?. 


S2  H  y  m  n  s  and  £    j 

HYMNXLIH.      Referred  to  the  100th  Psalm 
HYMNXL.V.    «^-.A.M*A-r 

HYMN   XLV.     Common  Metre. 
we  /ast  Judgment.     Rev.  xx.  5,  6,  7    8. 

1  .SlEWCre  the  F**  incarnate  God 
■ur     -rills  a  majeftie  throne, 
While  from  the  fkies  his  awful  voice 
Bears  the  laft  judgment  down. 
2  [CCJ^theFi^  andltheLaft, 

«  T  A  n5r°"gh  endlefi  ?ears  the  fame  5 
1  AM — jS  my  memorial  ft.il], 

*  And  my  eternal  name. 

3  *  «U*£  favours  as  a  God  can  give, 

^       My  royal  grace  beflows  ; 

'   «e^Vhi!rfty^uls'  ,COme  tafle  the  fceams 
Where  life  and  pleafure  Hows.] 

The  faint  that  triumphs  o'er  his  fin*, 
\  (  1  ii  own  him  for  a  fon  ; 

1  he  whole  creation  mall  reward 
"  1  he  conqueft  he  has  won. 

5  "  «Ut.  bloody  hands>  and  h^rts  unclean, 
And  all  the  lying  race, 

'  The  faithless  and  the  fcoffing  crew, 
"  That  fpurn  at  ofler'd  grace ; 
€  "  They  lhall  be  taken  from  my  fight, 
"  Bound  faft  in  iron  chains, 
•  And  headlong  plung'd  into  the  lake, 
"  Where  fire  and  darknefs  reigns."} 
7  O  may  I  Hand  before*the  Lamb 
When  earth  and  feas  are  fled  ! 

the  Judge  pronounce  my  name 
flings  on  my  head. 


B    I.  Spiritual  Songs.  33 

8  May  I  with  thofe  for  ever  dwell, 
Who  here  were  my  delight, 
While  finners  banifti'd  down  to  hell, 
No  more  offend  my  fight. 

HYMNS   XLVI.  and  XLVIL     Referred  U 

Psalms  148,  «p4& 

HYMN   XL VIII.     Long  Metre. 

The  Christian  Race.     Ifa.  xl.  28,  29,  30,  31. 
t      A  W  A  K  E  our  fouls  (away  our  fears, 
J\     Let  ev'ry  trembling  thought  be  gone) 
Awake,  and  run  the  heav'nly  race, 
And  put  a  cheerful  courage  on. 

2  True  'tis  a  ftrait  and  thorny  road 
And  mortal  fpirits  tire  and  faint ; 
But  they  forget  the  mighty  God, 
That  feeds  the  flrength  of  ev'ry  faint. 

3  The  mighty  God,  whofe  matchlefs  pow'r. 
Is  ever  new  and  ever  young, 

And  firm  endures,  while  endlefs  years 
Their  evMafting  circles  run- 

a  From  thee,  the  overflowing  fpring, 
Our  fouls  fnall  drink  a  freih  fupply, 
While  fach  as  trull  their  native  length 
Shall  melt  away,  and  droop  and  die- 

5  Swift  as  an  eagle  cuts  the  air, 
We'll  mount  aloft  to  thine  abode  ; 
On  wings  of  love  our  fouls  mail  fly, 
Nor  tire  amidft  the  heav'nly  road. 


54  Hymns    and  S#  I 

HYMN  XLIX.     Common  Metre. 
The  works  of  Moses  and  the  Lamb.     Rev.  xv.  3. 

2    H"°  ™?ronS  thine  arm  is>  mighty  God !     ' 
1? X  u         °  would  not  fear  *y  name  ? 
Jelus  how  fweet  thy  graces  are ! 

Who  would  not  love  the  Lamb  ? 

2  He  has  done  more  than  Mofes  did  : 

Our  Prophet  and  our  King  : 
From  bonds  of  hell  he  freed  our  fouls, 
And  taught  our  lips  to  fing. 

3  In  the  Red  Sea,  by  Mofes'  hand, 

rn   Egyptian  holt  was  drown'd  ; 
But  his  own  blood  hides  all  our  fins, 
And  guilt  no  more  is  found. 

4  When  through  the  defart  Ifrael  went, 

With  manna  they  were  fed  ; 
Our  Lord  invites  us  to  his  flefh, 
And  calls  it  living  bread. 

5  Mofes  behdd-the  promised  land, 

Yet  never  reach'd  the  place : 
But  Chri ft  /hall  bring  his  follVers  home, 
To  fee  his  father's  face. 

6  Then  (hall  our  love  and  joy  be  full 

And  feel  a  warmer  flame  • 
And  fweeter  voices  tune  the'w 
Of  Moles  and  the  Lamb. 


B#  I.  Spiritual  Songs,  35 

HYMN   L.     Common  Metre. 

The  song  ofZacharias,  and  the  message  of  John  the 

Baptist ;  or,  Light  and  salvation  by  Jesus  Christ. 

Lukei/68,  &c.  Johni.  29,  32. 
j  TW  TOW  be  the  God  of  Ifrael  blefs'd, 

j^      Who  makes  his  truth  appear  j 

Bis  mighty  hand  fulfills  his  word, 
And  all  the  oaths  he  fware. 

2  Now  he  bedews  old  David's  root, 

With  bleffings  from  the  ikies ; 
He  makes  the  branch  of  promife  grow, 
The  promis'd  horn  arife. 

3  [John  was  the  prophet  of  the  Lord, 

To  go  before  his  face, 
The  herald  which  our  Saviour  God 
Sent  to  prepare  his  ways  : 

4  He  makes  the  great  falvation  known, 

He  fpeaks  of  pardon'd  fins  ; 
While  grace  divine,  and  heav'nly  love, 
In  its  own  glory  mines 

5  «  Behold  the  Lamb  of  God,"  he  cries, 

"  That  takes  our  guilt  away  : 
"  I  faw  the  Spirit  o'er  his  head 
"  On  his  baptizing  day.] 

6  "  Be  ev'ry  vale  exalted  high, 

"  Sink  ev'ry  mountain  low ; 
"  The  proud  muft  (loop,  and  humble  fouls 
"  Shall  his  falvation  know. 

7  "  The  Heathen  realms  with  Ifrael's  land 

"  Shall  join  in  fweet  accord  ; 
<c  And  all  that's  born  of  man  mall  fee 
"  The  gbry  of  the  Lord. 


3&  Hymns  and  B.  I, 

8  "  Behold  the  morning  for  arife, 
"  Ye  that  in  darknefs  fit  ; 
"  He  marks  the  path  that  leads  to  peace, 
"  And  guides  our  doubtful  feet." 

HYMN    LI.     Short  Metre. 

Preserving  grace.     Jude  24,  25. 

1  r  1  13  God,  the  only  wife, 

JL       Our  Saviour  and  our  King, 
Let  all  the  faints  below  the  ikies 
Their  humble  praifes  bring. 

2  'Tis  his  almighty  love, 

His  counfel  and  his  care, 
Preferves  us  fafe  from  fm  and  death, 
And  ev'ry  hurtful  mare. 

3  He  will  prefent  our  fouls 

Unblemifh'd  and  complete, 
Before  the  glory  of  his  face, 
With  joys  divinely  great. 
f.  Then  all  the  chofen  feed 

Shall  meet  around  the  throne, 
Shall  blefs  the  conduct  of  his  grace, 
And  make  his  wonders  known. 
;  To  our  Redeemer  God 

Vvifdom  and  pow'r  belongs, 
Immortal  crowns  of  majefty, 
And  everlafcing  fongs. 

HYMN    LII.     Long  Metre. 

Baptism,     Matth.  xxviii.  19.     Ads  ii.  38. 

TT,VAS  the  commiuion  of  our  Lord, 
Go  teach  the  nations  and  baptize  ; 


B.  I.         Spiritual   Songs.  37 

The  nations  have  receiv'd  the  word 
Since  he  afcended  to  the  ikies. 

2  He  fits  upon  th'  eternal  hills,  # 

With  grace  and  pardon  in  his  hands, 
And  fends  his  cov'nant,  with  the  feals, 
To  blefs  the  diftant  Chriftian  lands. 

3  Repent,  and  be  baptizd,  he  faith, 
For  the  remission  of  your  sins  : 
And  thus  our  fenfe  affifts  our  faith 
And  mows  us  what  his  gofpel  means. 

4  Our  fouls  he  wafhes  in  his  blood, 
As  water  makes  the  body  clean ; 
And  the  good  Spirit  from  our  God 
Defcends,  like  purifying  rain. 

5  Thus  we  engage  ourfelves  to  thee, 
And  feal  our  cov'nant  with  the  Lord  j 
O  may  the  great  eternal  Three 

In  heav'n  our  folemn  vows  record  ! 

HYMN    LIIL     Long  Metre. 

The  holy  scriptures.     Heb.  i.  1.    1  Tim.  iii.  15,  16, 
Pfal.  cxlvii-   19,  20. 

1  f^\  OD,  who  in  various  methods  told 
\Jf     His  mind  and  will  to  faints  of  old, 
Sent  his  own  Son  with  truth  and  grace, 
To  teach  us  in  thefe  latter  days. 

2  Our  nation  reads  the  written  word, 
That  book  of  life,  that  fure  record  ; 
The  bright  inheritance  of  heav'n 

Is  by  the  fweet  conveyance  giv'n. 

3  God's  kindefh  thoughts  are  here  exprefs'd, 
Able  to  make  us  wife  and  blefs' d  ; 

D 


38  Hymns   and  B.  L 

The  do&rines  are  divinely  true, 
Fit  for  reproof,  and  comfort  too. 

4  Ye  people  all,  who  read  his  love 
In  long  epiflles  from  above, 
(He  hath  not  fent  his  facred  word 
To  ev'ry  land),  praife  ye  the  Lord. 

HYMN    LIV.     Long  Metre. 

Electing  grace  ;  or,  Saints  beloved  in  Christ.     Eph, 
i.  3,  &c. 

1  TESUS,  we  blefs  thy  Father's  name ; 

J    Thy  God  and  ours  are  both  the  fame  j 
What  heav'nly  bleflings  from  his  throne 
Flow  down  to  fmners  through  his  Son ! 

2  Chrift  be  my  firfl  elecl,  he  faid, 

Then  chofe  our  fouls,  in  Chrift  our  Head, 
Before  he  gave  the  mountains  birth, 
Or  laid  foundations  for  the  earth. 

3  Thus  did  eternal  love  begin 

To  raile  us  up  from  death  and  fin ; 
Our  characters  were  then  decreed— 

Blameless  in  love,  a  holy  seed. 

4  Predeftinated  to  be  fons, 

Born  by  degrees,  but  chofe  at  once : 

A  new  regenerated  race, 

To  praife  the  glory  of  his  grace. 

5  With  Chrift,  our  Lord,  we  fliare  a  part, 
In  the  affedions  of  his  heart ; 

Nor  (hall  our  fouls  be  thence  remov'd, 
'Till  he  forgets  his  firfl  belov'd. 


"■""         Spiritual  songs.  3S 

HYMN   LV.     Common  Metre. 

mekia»ssong;  or,  Skknes^nd  recovery. 

Iia.  xxxvm.  9,  «c. 
.  xT7-HENwearerais'd  from  deep  diftrefs, 

*  AA/     Our  God  deferves  a  fong  •, 
We  take  the  pattern  of  our  praife' 

From  Hezekiah's  tongue. 

3  The  gates  of  the  devouring  grave 
Are  open'd  wide  in  vain. 
If  he  that  holds  the  keys  of  death 

Commands  them  fall  again. 

,  Pains  of  the  flefti  are  wont  g  abufe 
3        Our  minds  with  flaviflr  fea 
Our  days  are  pad,  and  we  (hall  lofe 

The  remnant  of  our  years. 
,  We  chatter  witha  fwallow's  voice, 
Or  like  a  dove  we  mourn, 
With  bitternefs  inftead  of  joys, 
Afflicted  and  forlorn. 
.  Tehovah  fpeaks  the  healing  word, 
And  no  difeafe  withflands  ; 
Fevers  and  plagues  obey  the  Lord, 
And  fly  at  his  commands. 
6  If  half  the  firings  of  life  fhould  break, 
He  can  our  frame  reftore  ; 
He  calls  our  fins  behind  his  back, 
And  they  are  found  no  more. 


4°  Hymns    and  B.  I, 

HYMN   LVI.     Common  Metre. 

The  song  of  Moses  and  the  Lamb  ;  or,  Babylon  fall- 
ing.    Rev.  xv.  3.  xvi.  19.  and  xvii.  6. 

1  \X7"E  fmg  the  glories  of  thy  Iove> 

VV     We  found  thy  dreadful  name ; 
Ine  ChnfHan  church  unites  the  fongs 
OfMofesandtheLamb. 

2  Great  God,  how  wond'rous  are  thy  works 

Of  vengeance  and  of  grace! 
Thou  King  of  faints,  Almighty  Lord, 
How  jufl  and  true  thy  ways  ! 

3  Who  dares  refufe  to  fear  thy  name, 

Or  worfhip  at  thy  throne  ! 
Thy  judgment  fpeak  thyholinefs 
Thro'  all  the  nations  known. 

4  Great  Babylon,  that  rules  the  earth, 

Drunk  with  the  martyrs'  blood, 
Her  crimes  mail  fpeedily  awake 
The  fury  of  our  God. 

5  The  cup  of  wrath  is  ready  mix'd, 

And  fhe  muft  drink  the  dregs  ; 
Strong  is  the  Lord,  her  fovereign  Judge, 
And  mall  fulfil  the  plagues. 

HYMN    LVII.     Common  Metre. 

Original  sin;  or,   The first  and second  A 'dam.  Rom. 
v.  12,  &c.     Pfa.  li.  5.     Job  xiv.  4. 

1    T\ ACKWARD  with  humble  fhame  we  look 
JiJ  On  our  original ; 
how  is  our  nature  dafn'd  and  broke 
In  our  firft  father's  fall ! 
I 


B.  I.        Spiritual  Songs.  ^ 

3  To  all  that's  good  averfe  and  blind, 

Rnr  Drone  to  all  that  s  ill , 
WtodSfuldarknefs  veils  our  mmd! 

How  obftinate  our  will. 
3  Conceiv'd  in  fin  (O  wretched  ftate) 
6       Before  we  draw  our  breath, 
The  firfi  young  pulle  begins  to  beat 

Iniquity  and  death. 
A  How  flrongin  our  degenerate  blood 
The  old  corruption  reigns. 
And,  mingled  with  the  crooked  flood, 
Wanders  thro' all  our  veins  I 

c  TWild  and  unwholefomeas  the  root 
Will  all  the  branches  be; 
How  can  we  hope  for  living  fruit 

From  fuch  a  deadly  tree? 

6  What  mortal  pow'r  from  things  unclean 

Can  pure  produ&ons  bring? 
Who  can  command  a  vital  (bream 
Fromaninfeaedfprmg?J 

7  Yet,  mighty  God,  thy  wond'rous  love 
'       Can  make  our  nature  clean, 

While  Chrift  and  grace  prevail  above 
The  tempter,  death,  andhn. 

8  The  fecond  Adam  lhall  reftore 

The  ruins  of  the  firft ;        ? 
Hofanna  to  that  fov'reign  pow  r 
That  new-creates  our  dult . 


*  Hymns  and  b.  I. 

HYMN    LVIII.     Long  Metre. 

The  Devi!  -vanquished;  or,  Michael's  war  with  the 
dragon.    Rev.  xii.  7. 
I     ET  mortal  tongues  attempt  to  finjr 
X-i  The  wars  of  heav'n,  where  Michael  flood 
Cmef  general  of  th'  eternal  King, 
And  fought  the  battles  of  our  God. 

2  Againll  the  dragon  and  his  holt 
lhe  armies  of  the  Lord  prevail  • 
In  vain  they  rage,  in  vain  they  boafl, 

1  heir  courage  finks,  their  weapons  fail. 

3  Down  to  the  earth  was  Satan  thrown 
Down  to  the  earth  his  legions  fell  • 
Then  was  the  trump  of  triumph  blown, 
And  (hook  the  dreadful  deeps  of  hell. 

4  Now  is  the  hour  of  darknefs  part, 
Chnft  hath  affum'd  his  reigning  pow'r; 
Behold  the  great  accufer  call 

Down  from  the  fides,  to  rife  no  more. 

5  Twas  by  thy  blood,  immortal  Lamb, 
Thine  armies  trod  the  tempter  down  : 
^Twas  by  thy  word  and  pow'rful  name 
They  gam'd  the  battle  and  renown. 

6  Rejoice,  ye  heav'ns  ;  let  ev'ry  flar 
Shine  with  new  glories  round  the  fky  : 
Saints,  while  yefingthe  heav'nly  war,' 
Raife  your  Deliv'rer's  name  on  high. 

HYMN    LIX.     Long  Metre.    ' 


I 


Babylon  fallen.     Rev.  xviii.  20,  21 
N  Gabriel^  hand  a  mighty  flone 
Lks  a  fair  type  of  Babylon  j 


B.  I.         Spiritual  Songs.  43 

"  Prophets  rejoice,  and  all  ye  faints,  ^ 

"  God  lhall  avenge  your  long  complaints. " 

2  He  faid,  and  dreadful  as  he  flood, 
He  funk  the  millftone  in  the  flood, 
"  Thus  terribly  mall  Babel  fall, 
"  Thus,  and  no  more  be  found  at  all." 

HYMN   LX.     Long  Metre. 

The  virgin  Mary's  song  ;  or,  The  promised  Messiah 
born.     Luke  i.  46,  &c. 

1  f~\JR  fouls  (hall  magnify  the  Lord, 
\^J  In  God  the  Saviour  we  rejoice  ; 
W  nile  we  repeat  the  virgin's  fong, 
May  the  fame  Spirit  tune  our  voice. 

2  [The  Higheft  faw  her  low  eflate, 

And  mighty  things  his  hand  hath  done  j 
His  overfhadowing  pow'r  and  grace 
Makes  her  the  mother  of  his  Son, 

3  Let  ev'ry  nation  call  her  biefs'd, 
And  endlefs  years  prolong  her  fame  ; 
But  God  alone  mufl  be  ador'dj 
Holy  and  rev'rend  is  his  name.] 

4  To  thofe  that  fear  and  truft  the  Lord, 
His  mercy  ftands  for  ever  fure  * 
From  age  to  age  his  promife  lives, 
And  the  performance  is  fecure. 

5  He  fpake  to  Abra'm  and  his  feed, 

"  In  thee  fhall  all  the  earth  be  biefs'd  3" 
The  mem'ry  of  that  ancient  word  - 
Lay  long  in  his  eternal  breaft. 

6  But  now  no  more  fhall  Ifrael  wait, 
No  more  the  Gentiles  lie  forlorn  j 


44  Hymns   and  B.  I, 

Lo,  the  defire  of  nations  comes ; 
Behold  the  promis'd  feed  is  born  ! 

HYMN   LXL     Long  Metre. 

Christ  our  high  priest  and  king  :  and  Christ  coming 
to  judgment.     Rev.  i.  5,  6,  7. 

1  1\J?  V  tC>  the  Lord  that  makes  us  know 
1  ^(    The  wonders  of  his  dying  love, 

he  iiumble  honours  paid  below, 

And  flrains  of  nobler  praife  above. 

2  '  i  was  he  that  cleans'd  cur  fouled  fins, 
And  wafh'd  us  in  his  richefl  blood  ; 
'lis  he  that  makes  us  priefts  and  kings, 
And  brings  us,  rebels,  near  to  God, 

3  Tojefus,  our  atoning  Prieft, 
1  o  jifus,  our  fuperior  King, 
Be  everlafling  pow'r  confeft, 
And  ev'ry  tongue  his  glory  fing. 

4  Behold  on  flying  clouds  he  comes, 
And  every  eye  mall  fee  him  move  ; 

^  hough  with  our  fins  we  piere'd  him  once  > 
Then  he  difplays  his  pard'ning  love. 

5  The  unbelieving  word  mail  wail, 
\V  hile  W5  rejoice  to  fee  the  dav  : 
Come,  Lord,  nor  let  thy  promife  fail, 
Nor  let  thy  chariots  long  delay. 

HYMN   LXIL     Common  Metre. 

Christ  Je<u<,  the  Lamb  of  God,  worshipped  by  all 
the  creation.     Rev.  v.  11,  12,  13. 

I    A"^  3ME,  let  us  join  our  cheerful  fongs, 
\^  With  angels  round  the  throne  \ 


B.  I.  Spiritual  Songs.  4 

Ten  thoufand  thoufand  are  their  tongues, 
But  all  their  joys  are  one. 
1  Worthy  the  Lamb  that  dy'd,  they  cry, 
To  be  exalted  thus : 
Worthy  the  Lamb,  our  lips  reply  $ 
For  he  was  flain  for  us. 

3  Jefus  is  worthy  to  receive 

Honour  and  pow'r  divine ; 
And  bleffings,  more  than  we  can  give, 
Be,  Lord,  for  ever  thine. 

4  Let  all  that  dwell,  above  the  fky, 

And  air,  and  earth,  and  feas, 
Confpire  to  lift  thy  glories  high, 
And  fpeak  thine  endlefs  praife. 

5  The  whole  creation  join  in  one,    . 

To  blefs  the  facred  name 
Of  him  that  fits  upon  the  throne, 
And  to  adore  the  Lamb. 

HYMN   LXIII.     Long  Metre. 

Christ's  humiliation  and  exaltation.     Rev.  v. 

1  TTTHAT  equal  honours  ihall  we  bring 

VV    To  thee>  °  Lord  our  God>  the  Lamb, 
When  all  the  notes  that  angels  fmg, 
Are  far  inferior  to  thy  name  ? 

2  Worthy  is  He  that  once  was  flain, 

The  Prince  of  Life  that  groan' d  and  dy'd, 
Worthy  to  rife,  and  live  and  reign 
At  his  almighty  Father's  fide. 

3  Pow'r  and  dominion  are  his  due, 
Who  flood  condemn' d  at  Pilate's  bar, 
Wifdom  belongs  to  Jefus  too, 

Tho'  he  was  charg'd  with  madnefs  there. 


44  H  y  mm  s   and  B.  I. 

4  All  riches  are  his  native  right, 
Yet  he  fuftain'd  amazing  lofs ; 
To  him  afcribe  eternal  might, 
Who  left  his  weaknefs  on  the  crofs. 

5  Honour  immortal  mutt  be  paid, 
Inftead  of  fcandal  and  of  fcorn  ; 
While  glory  mines  around  his  head, 
And  a  bright  crown  without  a  thorn. 

6  Bleflings  for  ever  on  the  Lamb, 

Who  bore  the  curfe  for  wretched  men  : 
Let  angels  found  his  facred  name, 
And  every  creature  fay,  Amen. 

HYMN    LXIV.     SJiort  Metre. 

Adoption,     i  John  iii.  i,  &c.     Gal.  vi.  6. 
I   T)  EH  OLD  what  wondrous  grace, 
Xj  The  Father  has  beftow'd 
On  linners  of  a  mortal  race, 

To  call  them  fons  of  God  ! 

s  'Tis  no  furprifmg  thing, 

That  we  mould  be  unknown  ; 
The  Jewifh  world  knew  not  their  King, 
God's  everlafting  Son. 

.  3  Nor  doth  it  yet  appear 
J      How  great  we  rauft  be  made  ; 
But  when  we  fee  our  Saviour  here, 
We  fhall  be  like  our  Head. 

4  A  hope  fo  much  divine 
May  trials  well  endure, 
May  purge  our  fouls  from  fenfe  and  fm> 
As  Chrift  the  Lord  is  pure. 


B.  I.        Spiritual  Songs. 

5  If  in  my  Father's  love 

I  (hare  a  filial  part, 
Send  down  thy  Spirit,  like  a  dove, 
To  reft  upon  my  heart. 

6  We  would  no  longer  lie 

Like  Haves  beneath  the  throne  ; 
My  faith  mall  Abba  Father,  cry, 
.And  thou  the  kindred  own. 

HYMN   LXV.     Long  Metre. 

The  kingdoms  of  the  world  become  the  kingdoms  of  the 
Lord;  ox,  The  day  of  judgment.     Rev.  xi.  15.   \ 

1  T     E  T  the  fev'nth  angel  found  on  high, 

1  j   Let  fhouts  be  heard  thro'  all  the  iky  ! 
Kings  of  the  earth  with  glad  accord, 
Give  up  your  kingdoms  to  the  Lord. 

2  Almighty  God,  thy  pow'r  afTume, 
Who  waft,  and  art,  and  art  to  come  ; 
Jefus  the  Lamb,  who  once  was  flain, 
For  ever  live,  for  ever  reign  ! 

3  The  angry  nations  fret  and  roar, 
That  they  can  flay  the  faints  no  more  ! 
On  wings  of  vengeance  files  our  God. 
To  pay  the  long  arrears  of  blood. 

4  Now  muft  the  rifing  dead  appear ; 
Now  the  decifive  fentence  hear  ; 
Now  the  dear  martyr^  of  the  Lord 
Receive  an  infinite  reward. 


*%  Hymns  and  B#  I 

HYMN   LXVI.     Long  Metre. 

Christ   the  King  at  his  table,     Solomon's  Song    i 

2>  3>  4,  5>   12,   13,   i;. 
1    I      ET  him  embrace  my  foul,  and  prove 
JLl      Mine  int'reft  in  his  heav'nly  love  • 
1  be  voice  that  tells  me,  Thou  art  mine,      ' 
Exceeds  the  bleflings  of  the  vine. 
2  On  thee  th'  anointing  Spirit  came, 
And  fpreads  the  favour  of  thy  name ; 
That  oil  of  gladnefs  and  of  grace 
Draws  virgin  fouls  to  meet  thy  face. 
Jefus,  allure  me  by  thy  charms, 
My  foul  fhall  fly  into  thine  arms  ! 
Our  wand'ring  hti  thy  favours  bring 
Jo  the  fair  chambers  of  the  King. 

4  [Wonder  and  pleafure  tunes  our  voice, 
To  fpeak  thy  praifes  and  our  joys ; 
Our  mem'ry  keeps  this  love  of  thine 
Beyond  the  tafte  of  richell  wine.] 

5  Though  in  ourfelves  deform'd  we  are, 
And  black  as  Kedar's  tents  appear, 
Yet  when  we  put  thy  beauties  on, 
Fair  as  the  courts  of  Solomon. 

6  [While  at  his  table  fits  the  King, 
He  loves  to  fee  us  fmile  and  fing ; 
Our  graces  are  our  bed  perfume, 

And  breathe,  like  fpikenard,  round  the  room, 

7  As  myrrh  now  bleeding  from  the  tree, 
Such  is  a  dying  Chriftto  me: 

And  while  he  makes  my  foul  his  gueft, 
My  bofom,  Lord,  mall  be  thy  reft.  J 


■> 


B.  I.         Spiritual  Songs.  4y 

8  TNo  beams  of  cedar  or  of  fir, 

Can  with  thy  courts  on  earth  compare  : 
And  here  we  wait  until  thy  love 
Raife  us  to  nobler  feats  above.  J 

HYMN    LXVII.     Long  Metre. 

Seeking  the  pastures  of  Christ  the  shepherd. 
Solomon's  Song,  i.  7. 

1  Hp  HOU  whom  my  foul  admires  above 

All  earthly  joy  and  earthly  love, 
Tell  me,  dear  fhepherd,  let  me  know 
Where  doth  thy  fweeteft  paftures  grow? 

2  Where  is  the  fhadow  of  that  rock, 

*  That  from  the  fun  defends  thy  flock  ? 
Fain  would  I  feed  among  thy  fheep, 
Among  them  reft,  among  them  fleep. 

3  Why  mould  thy  bride  appear  like  one 
That  turns  afide  to  paths  unknown  ? 
My  conftant  feet  would  never  rove. 
Would  never  feek  another  love. 

4  [The  footftep^  of  thy  flock  I  fee  ; 
Thy  fweeteft  paftures  here  they  be  ; 
A  wond'rous  feaft  thy  love  prepares, 

Bought  with  thy  wounds,  and  groans,  and  tears, 

5  His  deareft  flefh  he  makes  my  food, 
And  bids  me  drink  his  richeft  blood ; 
Here  to  thefe  hills  my  foul  will  come, 
'Till  my  beloved  lead  me  home.] 


E 


5°  Hymns    and  b.  I, 

HYMN    LXVIII.     Long  Metre. 

The  banquet  of  love.     Solomon's  Song,  ii.  i    2    , 

4,  5>  6,  7-  ' 

1  R  E^?LD  the  Rofe  of  Sharon  here, 
JLf      I  he  Lily  which  the  vallies  bear ; 
•benold  the  Tree  of  life,  that  gives 
Refrefhing  fruit  and  healing  leaves. 

2  Amongft  the  thorns  fo  lilies  fhine  ; 
Amongft  wild  gourds  the  nobler  vine  j 
So  in  mine  eyes  my  Saviour  proves, 
Amidft  a  thoufand  meaner  loves. 

3  Beneath  his  cooling  made  I  fat, 

To  fhield  me  from  the  burning  heat : 
Of  heav'nly  fruit  he  fpreads  a  feaft, 
To  feed  my  eyes,  and  pleafe  my  tafte. 

4  [Kindly  he  brought  me  to  the  place 
Where  f lands  the  banquet  of  his  grace  • 
He  faw  me  faint,  and  o'er  my  head 
The  banner  of  his  love  he  fpread. 

5  With  living  bread  and  gen'rous  wine, 
He  cheers  this  finking  heart  of  mine  • 
And  opening  his  own  heart  to  me, 

He  mows  his  thoughts  how  kind  they  be."] 

6  O  never  let  my  Lord  depart, 

Lie  down  and  reft  upon  my  heart ; 
I  charge  my  fins  not  once  to  move, 
Nor  ftir,  nor  wake„nor  grieve  my  love. 


m 


B.I.  Spiritual    Songs.  51 

HYMN    LXIX.     Long  Metre. 

Christ  appearing  to  his  church,  and  seeking  her  com* 
'  party.  Solomon's  Song,  ii.  8,  9,  10,  1 1,  12,  13. 
!   r-p»  HE  voice  of  my  beloved  founds 

Over  the  rocks  and  rifmg  grounds  ; 

O'er  hills  of  guilt  and  feas  of  grief, 

He  leaps,  he  Hies  to  my  relief. 

2  Now  through  the  veil  of  flefh  I  fee 
With  eyes  of  love  he  looks  at  me  : 
Now  in  the  gofpel's  cleared  glafs 
He  mows  the  beauties  of  his  face. 

3  Gently  he  draws  my  heart  along, 
Both  with  his  beauties  and  his  tongue ; 
Rife,  faith  my  Lord,  make  hade  away, 
No  mortal  joys  are  worth  thy  flay. 

4  The  Jewifli  wint'ry  flate  is  gone, 
Themifts  are  fled,  the  fpring  comes  on, 
The  facred  turtle  dove  we  hear 
Proclaim  the  new  the  joyful  year. 

5  Th'  immortal  Vine,  of  heav'nly  root, 
Bloffoms  and  buds,  and  gives  her  fruit  5 
Lo,  we  are  come  to  tafte  the  wine  ; 
Our  fouls  rejoice  and  blefs  the  Vine. 

6  And  when  we  hear  our  Jefus  fay, 
Rife  up,  my  Love,  make  hafte  away  ! 
Our  hearts  would  fain  outfly  the  wind, 
And  leave  all  earthly  loves  oehind. 


5*  Hymns  and  B.  I. 

HYMN    LXX.     Long  Metre. 

Christ  inviting,  and  the  church  answering  the  invi- 
tation.    Solomon's  Song,  ii.  14,  1 6,  17. 

1    FT ARK  ''  the  Redeemer  from  on  high 
J_  JL     Sweetly  invites  his  fav'rites  nigh  ; 
*rom  caves  of  darknefs  and  of  doubt, 
He  gently  fpeaks,  and  calls  us  out. 

2  My  dove  who  hideft  in  the  rock, 
Thine  heart  almoft  with  forrow  broke, 
-Lift  up  thy  face,  forget  thy  fear, 
And  let  thy  voice  delight  mine  ear. 

3  Thy  voice  to  me  founds  ever  fweet ; 
My  graces  in  thy  countenance  meet ; 

1  hough  the  vain  world  thy  face  defpife, 
lis  bright  and  comely  in  mine  eyes. 

4  Dear  Lord,  our  thankful  heart  receives     • 
The  hope  thy  invitation  gives  ; 

To  thee  our  joyful  lips  (hall  raife 

The  voice  of  prayer,  and  that  of  praife. 

5  I  am  my  Love's,  and  he  is  mine  ; 

Our  hearts,  our  hopes,  our  paflions  join  ; 

Nor  let  a  motion,  nor  a  word,    - 

Nor  thought  arife  to  grieve  my  Lord. 
6"  My  foul  to  paftures  fair  he  leads, 

Amongft  the  lilies  where  he  feeds ; 

Amongft  the  faints  (whofe  robes  are  white, 

WafiVd  in  his  blood)  is  his  delight. 
7  Till  the  day  break  and  fhadows  flee, 

'Till  the  fweet  dawning  light  I  fee, 

Thine  eyes  to  me- ward  often  turn, 

Nor  let  my  foul  in  darknefs  mourn. 


B.  I.         Spiritual   Songs.  53 

8  Be  like  a  hart  on  mountains  green  ; 
Leap  o'er  the  hills  of  fear  and  fin  ; 
Nor  guilt,  nor  unbelief,  divide 
My  Love,  my  Saviour,  from  my  Me. 

HYMN    LXXI.     Long  Metre. 

Christ  found  in  the  street,  and  brought  to  the  church. 

Solomon's  Song,  iii.   i,  2,  3,  4>  5- 
t   f^V^TEN  I  feek  my  Lord  by  night, 

\J  Jefus,  my  love,  my  foul's  delight ; 

"Wim  warm  defire  and  reftlefs  thought 

I  feek  him  oft,  but  find  him  not : 

2  Then  I  arife,  and  fearch  the  ftreet, 
'Till  I  my  Lord,  my  Saviour  meet ; 
I  afk  the  watchman  of  the  night, 
Where  did  you  fee  my  foul's  delight  ? 

3  Sometimes  I  find  him  in  my  way, 
Directed  by  a  heav'nly  ray  ; 

I  leap  for  joy  to  fee  his  face, 

And  hold  him  fail  in  mine  embrace. 

4  [I  bring  him  to  my  mother's  home, 
Nor  does  my  Lord  refufe  to  come 
To  Zion's  facred  chambers,  where 
My  foul  firft  drew  the  vital  air. 

5  He  gives  me  there  his  bleeding  heart, 
Pierc'd  for  my  fake  with  deadly  fmart ; 
I  give  my  foul  to  him,  and  there 

Our  loves  their  mutual  tokens  fliare.] 

6  I  charge  you  all,  ye  earthly  toys, 
Approach  not  to  difturb  my  joys  ; 
Nor  fin,  nor  hell,  come  near  my  heart. 
Nor  caufe  my  Saviour  to  depart. 

E  2 


54  Hymns  and  B.  I, 

HYMN    LXXII.     Long  Metre. 

The  coronation  of  Christ,  and  the  espousals  of  the 
church.     Solomon's  Song,  fij   2      J 

DAUGHTERS  of  Sion,  come,  behold 
Ihe  crown  of  honour  and  of  gold, 
Viiich  the  glad  church,  with  joys  unknown 
Plac'd  on  the  head  of  Solomon.  ' 

2  Jefus,  thou  everlafting  Kino- 
Accept  the  tribute  which  we'brimr. 
Accept  the  well-deferv'd  renown,5  ' 
And  wear  our  praifes  as  thy  crown. 

3  Let  ev'ry  acl  of  worfhip  be, 
Like  our  efpoufals,  Lord,  to  thee  ; 
Like  the  dear  hour  when  from  above 
We  firft  receiv'd  thy  pledge  of  love. 

4  The  gladnefs  of  that  happy  day ! 
Our  hearts  would  wifh  it  long  toftay  • 
NSr  let  our  faith  forfake  its  hold, 
Nor  comfort  fmk,  nor  love  grow  cold. 

5  Each  foll'wing  minute  as  it  flies, 
Increafe  thy  praife,  improve  our  joys, 

I  ill  we  are  railed  to  fmg  thy  name 
At  the  great  fupper  of  the  Lamb. 
>  O  that  the  months  would  roll  away, 
And  bring  that  coronation-day  ! 
The  King  of  grace  mall  fill  the  throne, 
With  all  his  Father's  glories  on. 


B.I.  Spiritual  Songs.  55 

HYMN    LXXIII.     Long  Metre. 

The  churches  beauty  in  the  eyes  of  Christ.    Solomon's 
Song,  iv.  i,  10,  ii,  7>  9>  °- 
-JT  IND  is  the  fpeech  of  Chrift  our  Lord, 
IV  AfTe&ioa  founds  in  ev'ry  word  : 

•     Lo,  ihou  art  fair,  my  love,  he  cries, 
Not  the  young  doves  have  fweeter  eyes. 

2  TSweet  are  thy  lips,  thy  pleafmg  voice 
Salutes  mine  ear  with  fecret  joys : 
No  fpice  fo  much  delights  the  imell. 
Nor  milk,  nor  honey,  taftes-fo  well.  J 

*  Thou  art  all  fair,  my  bride,  to  me  \ 
IwaH>ehoidnofpotiiithee,       ■ 

What  mighty  wonders  love  perrorms 
And  puts  a  comelinefs  on  worms  ! 

4  Defil'd  and  loathfome  as  we  are,^  > 
He  makes  us  white,  and  calls  us  fair, 
Adorns  us  with  that  heav'nly  drefs, 
His  graces,  and  his  righteoufnefs. 

c  My  lifter  and  my  fpoufe,  he  cries, 
Bound  to  my  heart  by  various  ties, 
Thy  pow'rful  love  my  heart  detains 
In  ftrong  delight  and  pleafmg  chains. 

6  He  calls  me  from  the  leopard's  den, 
From  this  wild  world  of  beafts  and  men, 
To  Zion  where  his  glories  are  ; 

Not  Lebanon  is  half  fo  fair. 

7  Nor  dens  of  prey,  nor  flow'ry  plains, 
Nor  earthly  joys,  nor  earthly  pains, 
Shall  hold*  my  feet,  or  force  my  it  ay, 
When  Chrift  invites  my  foul  away. 


56  H  v  m  n  s  and  B    j 

HYMN  LXXIV.    Long  Metre. 

The  church  thegaden  of  Christ.    Solomon's  Song, 

W^  m  I2>  '3>  15,  and  v.  1.  h 

E  are  a  garden  wall'd  around, 

Out  of  the  world's  wildy4denW 

And'^J^^^.^'^and,""' 
Tnml  hllf!>ImSS  Jn  Zion  flow, 
To  make  the  young  plantation  grow. 

3  R!        '  °.heav'"Iy  Wind,  and  come 
Spint  dlvme>  defcend  and  , 

A  gracious  ga]e  on  plants  beneath. 

4  Make  our  belt  fpkes  flow  abroad, 
lo  entertain  our  Saviour  God: 
And  faith,  and  love,  and  joy  appear 
Ana  ev'ry  grace  be  aftive  here 

5  [Let  my  beloved  come  and  tafte 
His  pleafant  fruits  at  his  own  feaft  • 

I  come,  myfp0ufe;  T  come,  he  cries 
With  love  and  pleafure  in  his  eyes      ' 

Well  P  eas'd  to  fmell  our  poor  perfume 
And  calls  us  to  a  feaft  divine,  ' 

Sweeter  than  honey,  miJk,  or  wine 

Ihe  bleflings  that  my  Father  fends  • 

T°7;a^ft/>"  all  my  dainties  prwe 
And  drink  abundance  of  my  lo?e. 


g    \m  Spiritual  Songs.  57 

8   Tefus,  we  will  frequent  thy  board 
And  Vmcr  the  bounties  of  our  Lord  : 
Rut  the  rich  food  on  which  we  live 
Demands  more  praife  than  tongue  can  give.] 

HYMN    LXXV.     Long  Metre. 

The  description  of  Christ  the  beloved     Solomon's 

Song,     v.  9,  io,  ii,  12,  14,  *5>  I0- 
!  T-iHE  wond'ring  world  inquires  to  know 
Why  I  mould  love  my  Jefus  fo  : 
What  are  his  charms,  fay  they,  above 
The  objeas  of  a  mortal  love  ? 
2  Yes,  my  beloved  to  my  fight 

Shows  a fweet  mixture,  red  and  white  : 
All  human  beauties,  all  drvine 
In  my  beloved  meet  and  lhine. 
*  White  is  his  foul,  from  blemim  free  j 
Red  with  the  blood  he  (bed  for  me; 
The  faireft  of  ten  thoufand  fairs  ; 
A  fun  amongft  ten  thoufand  (lars. 
4  THis  head  the  fineft  gold  excels  ; 
There  wifdom  in  perfedion  dwells, 
And  glory,  like  a  crown,  adorns 
Thofe  temples  once  befet  with  morns, 
c  Companions  in  his  heart  be  found, 
Clofe  by  the  fignals  of  his  wound  : 
His  facred  fide  no  more  {hall  bear 
The  cruel  fcourge,  the  piercing  fpear.J 

6  [His  hands  are  fairer  to  behold 
Than  di'monds  fet  in  rings  of  gold  ; 
Thofe  heav'nly  hands,,  that  on  the  tree 
Were  nail'd,  and  torn,  and  bled  tor  me. 


58  Hymns  and  B    x 

«  legs,  hke  marble  pillars,  ftand.J 
tHis  eyes  are  majerty  and  love 

iftro  thofedearwmdowsofhisfoul.1 

nan  Lebanon  with  all  its  trees. 

I0lYfaTeugIoriousismyLord 
Muftbebelov'd,  and  }4  ador'd  • 

His  worth  if  all  the  na  ions  knew 

Sure  the  whole  earth  would, o^him  too. 

HYMNLXXVI.     Long  Metre. 
Christ  dwells  in  heaven    h„+     ;  •. 

WH  wh«  bT?  ftand  and  hear  ™  tel, 

Wn  Je  he  htneT  f  *  my  Saviour  dwell : 
ThaUheym^e&LXtr 

But  he  defcends  and  ftows  to  , 

In  the  young  gardens  of  his  grace! 
J  [In  vineyards  planted  by  his  hanH 

Wherefruitfultreesino'rdrftand- 
He  feeds  among  the  fpfcy  beds    *  ' 

Where  hhes /how  thjrfjotlet'heads. 


B.  I.  Spiritual  Songs.  59 

4  He  has  ingrofs'd  my  warmeft  love, 
No  earthly  charms  my  foul  can  move : 
I  have  a  mannon  in  his  heart, 

Nor  death,  nor  hell,  mail  make  us  part,] 

5  [He  takes  my  foul  e'er  Pm  aware, 
And  mows  me  where  his  glories  are; 
No  chariot  of  Amminadib 

The  heav'nly  rapture  can  defcribe. 

6  O  may  my  fpirit  daily  rife, 

On  wings  of  faith,  above  the  ikies, 
'Till  death  mall  make  my  laft  remove, 
To  dwell  for  ever  with  my  love.  J 

HYMN   LXXVIL     Long  Metre. 

The  love  of  Christ  to  the  churchy  in  his  langurge  i$ 
her.  and  provisions  for  her,  Solomon's  Song, 
vii.  5,  6,  9,  12,  13. 

1  T^T  OW  in  the  galPries  of  his  grace 
JL^I      Appears  the  King,  and  thus  he  fays, 
"  How  fair  my  faints  are  in  my  fight, 

"  My  love,  how  pleafant  for  delight  V* 

2  Kind  is  thy  language,  fov 'reign  Lord, 
There's  heav'nly  grace  in  ev'ry  word  ; 
From  that  dear  mouth  a  ftream  divine 
Flows  fweeter  than  the  choicer!  wine. 

3  Such  wond'rous  love  awakes  the  lip 
Of  faints  that  were  almoft  afleep, 
To  fpeak  the  praifes  of  thy  name, 
And  make  our  cold  affections  flame, 

4  Thefe  are  the  joys  he  lets  us  know. 
In  fields  and  villages  below  ; 
Gives  us  a  relifh  of  Lis  love, 
But  keeps  his  noblcft  feaft  above- 


5o  Hymns    and  B.  L 

5  In  Paradife,  within  the  gates, 
An  higher  entertainment  waits ; 
Fruits  new  and  old  laid  up  in  ftore, 
Where  we  mall  feed,  but  thirfl  no  more. 

HYMN   LXXVIII.     Long  Metre. 

The  strength  of  Christ's  love,  and  the  soul's  jealousy 
of  her  own.    Solomon's  Song,  viii.  5,  6,  7,  1  n. 
14, 

V  V       That  travels  from  the  wildernefs  ? 
And,  prefs'd  with  forrows  and  with  fins, 
On  her  beloved  Lord  Ihe  leans. 

2  This  is  the  fpoufe  of  Chrift,  our  God, 
Bought  with  the  treafures  of  his  blood  : 
And  her  requeft,  and  her  complaint, 
Is  but  the  voice  of  ev'ry  faint.] 

3  "  O  let  my  name  engraven  ftand, 
Both  on  thy  heart  and  on  thy  hand  ; 
Seal  me  upon  thine  arm,  and  wear 
That  pledge  of  love  for  ever  there. 

4  Stronger  than  death  thy  love  is  known, 
Which  floods  of  wrath  could  never  drown  \ 
And  hell  and  earth  in  vain  combine 

To  quench  a  fire  fo  much  divine. 

5  But  I  am  jealous  of  my  heart, 

Left  it  mould  once  from  thee  depart ; 
Then  let  thy  name  be  well  imprefs'd 
As  a  fair  fignet  on  my  bread. 

6  Till  thou  haft  brought  me  to  thy  home, 
Where  fears  and  doubts  can  never  come, 
Thy  count ' nance  let  me  often  fee, 
And  often  thou  fhalt  hear  from  me. 


B.I.  Spiritual  Songs.  6t 

7  Come,  my  beloved,  hafte  away, 
Cut  fhort  the  hours  of  thy  delay  ; 
Fly,  like  a  youthful  hart  or  roe,  ' 
Over  the  hills  where  fpices  grow." 

HYMN   LXXIX-    Long  Metre. 
A  morning  hymn.    Pfalm  xix.  5,  8,  and  lxxiii.  2-4, 

i   f^\  OD  of  the  morning,  at  whofe  voice 
\y  The  cheerful  fun  makes  hafte  to  rife, 
And,  like  a  giant,  doth  rejoice 
To  run  his  journey  through  the  Ikies. 

2  From  the  fair  chambers  of  the  eaft, 
The  circuit  of  his  race  begins, 
And,  without  wearinefs  or  reft, 

Rounc  the  whole  earth  he  flies  and  mines. 

3  Oh.  like  the  fun  may  I  fulfil 
Tn5  appointed  duties  of  the  day, 
With  ready  mind  and  active  will 
March  on,  and  keep  my  heav'nly  way. 

4  [But  I  mail  rove  and  lofe  the  race, 
If  God,  my  fun,  mould  difappear, 
And  leave  me  in  this  world's  wide  maze. 
To  follow  ev'ry  wand'ring  ftar,] 

5  Lord,  thy  commands  are  clean  and  pure, 
Enlight'ning  our  beclouded  eyes ; 

Thy  threat'nings  juft,  thy  prpmife  fure, 
Thy  gofpel  makes  the  fimple  wife. 

6  Give  me  thy  counfei  for  my  guide, 
And  then  receive  me  to  thy  blifs  ; 
All  my  defires  and  hopes  befide, 

Are  faint  and  cold  compar'd  with  this, 

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6%  Hymns    and  B.  I, 

HYMN  LXXX.    Long  Metre. 

An  evening  hymn.     Pfalm  ir.  8.  and  iii.  5,  6\ 
and  cxlii.  8. 
*   HPHUS  far  the  Lord  hath  led  me  on, 
X     Thus  far  his  pow'r  prolongs  my  days, 
And  ev'ry  ev'ning  fhall  make  known 
Some  frefh  memorials  of  his  grace. 

2  Much  of  my  time  has  run  to  wafte, 
And  I  perhaps  am  near  my  home ; 
But  he  forgives  my  follies  part, 

He  gives  me  ftrength  for  days  to  come. 

3  I  lay  my  body  down  to  fleep, 
Peace  is  the  pillow  for  my  head  ; 
While  well-appointed  angels  keep 
Their  watchful  ftations  round  my  bed. 

%  In  vain  the  fons  of  earth  or  hell 
Tell  me  a  thoufand  frightful  things ; 
My  God  in  fafety  makes  me  dwell, 
Beneath  the  fhadow  of  his  wings. 

j  [Faith  in  his  name  forbids  my  fear  : 
O  may  thy  prefence  ne'er  depart, 
And  in  the  morning  make  me  hear 
The  love  and  kindnefs  of  thy  heart. 

5  Thus  when  the  night  of  death  fhall  come, 
My  flefh  fhall  reft  beneath  the  ground, 
And  wait  thy  voice  to  roufe  my  tomb, 
With  fweet  falvation  in  the  found.] 


B.I.         Spiritual    Songs.  63 

HYMN   LXXXI.     Long  Metre. 

A  fong  for  morning  and  evening.     Lam.  iii.  23. 
Ifa.  xlv.  7. 

1  TV  /T Y  God>  how  endlefs  is  thT  love  ! 
1VJL   Thy  gifts  are  ev'ry  ev'ning  new  j 

And  morning  mercies  from  above, 

Gently  diftil,  like  early  dew. 

2  Thou  fpread'ft  the  curtains  of  the  night, 
Great  Guardian  of  my  fleeping  hours  -, 
Thy  fov'reign  word  reftores  the  light, 
And  quickens  all  my  drowfy  poW'rs. 

3  I  yield  my  pow'rs  to  thy  command, 
To  thee  I  confecrate  my  days  ; 
Perpetual  bleflings  from  thine  hand 
Demand  perpetual  fongs  of  praife. 

H  Y  MN  LXXXII.     Long  Metre. 

God  far  above  creatures  ;  or,  Man  vain  and  mortal. 
Job  iv.  17, — 21. 

1  QHALL  the  vile  race  of  flefh  and  blood 
|^   Contend  with  their  Creator,  God  ? 
Shall  mortal  worms  prefume  to  be 

More  holy,  wife,  or  juil,  than  he  ? 

2  Behold  he  puts  his  truft  in  none 
Of  all  the  fpirits  round  his  throne  ; 
Their  natures,  when  compar'd  with  his, 
Are  neither  holy,  juft,  nor  wife. 

3  But  how  much  meaner  things  are  they 
Who  ipring  from  dull,  and  dwell  in  clay  ! 
Touch'd  by  the  finger  of  thy  wrath, 

We  faint  and  vanifli,  like  the  moth. 


$4  Hymns    and  B.  I, 

4  From  night  to  day,  from  day  to  night, 

We  die  by  thoufands  in  thy  fight  • 
Bur fd  in  duft,  whole  nations  lie' 
Like  a  forgotten  vanity. 

5  Almighty  pow'r,  to  thee  we  bow; 
How  irail  are  we !  how  glorious  Thou  ' 
*L°.  f ore  the  fons  of  earth  fhall  dare 
With  an  eternal  God  compare. 

HYMN    LXXXIJI.     Common  Metre. 

Jljlictions  and  death  under  providence.    Job  v.  6 
7>  8. 
i    1VTOT  from  the  dufl  affiiclion  grows 
IX    Nor  troubles  rife  by  chance; 
*et  we  are  born  to  cares  and  woes : 
A  fdd  inheritance ! 

2  As  fparks  break  out  from  burning  coals, 

And  Rill  are  upwards  borne ; 
So  grief  is  rooted  in  our  fouls 
And  man  grows  up  to  mourn. 

3  Yet  with  my  God  I  leave  my  caufe, 

And  buff,  his  promis'd  grace ; 
He  rules  me  by  his  well-known  laws 
Of  love  and  righteoufnefs. 

4  Not  all  the  pains  that  ere  I  bore 

Shall  fpoil  my  future  peace, 
For  death  and  hell  can  do  no  more 
That  what  my  Father  pleafe. 


B.  I.         Spiritual  Songs.  65 

HYMN  LXXXIV.    Long  Metre. 

Salvation,  righteousness,  and  strength  in  Christ* 
Ifa.  xlv.  2i? — 25. 

1  TEHOVAHfpeaks,  let  Ifrael  hear, 
J    Let  all  the  earth  rejoice  and  fear, 
While  God's  eternal  Son  proclaims 
His  fov'reign  honours,  and  his  names. 

2  "  I  am  the  Laft,  and  I  the  Firil, 
The  Saviour  God,  and  God  the  Juft ; 
There's  none  befides  pretends  to  mew 
Such  juftice  and  falvation  too. 

3  [Ye  that  in  fhades  of  darknefs  dwell, 
juft  on  the  verge  of  death  and  hell, 
Look  up  to  me  from  diftant  lands ; 

Light,  life,  and  heav'n,  are  in  mine  hands, 

4  I  by  my  holy  name  have  fworn, 
Nor  mall  the  word  in  vain  return  ; 
To  me  mail  all  things  bend  the  knee, 
And  ev'ry  tongue  fhall  fwear  to  me.] 

5  In  me  alone  mail  men  confefs 

Lies  all  their  ftrength  and  righteoufnefs  : 
But  fuch  as  dare  defpife  my  name, 
I'll  clothe  them  with  eternal  fhame. 

6  In  me,  the  Lord,  fhall  all  the  feed 
Of  Ifrael  from  their  fins  be  freed, 
And  by  their  mining  graces  prove 
Their  int'reft  in  my  pard'ning  love." 


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66  Hymns    and  B.  I. 

HYMN    LXXXV.     Short  Metre. 

The  fame, 
i   TPHE  Lord  on  high  proclaims 
JL       His  Godhead  from  his  throne : 
"  Mercy  and  jufticc  are  the  names 
'*  By  which  I  will  be  known. 

2  "  Ye  dying  fouls  that  fit 

"  In  darknefs  and  di/trefs, 
"  Look  from  the  borders  of  the  pit 
"  To  my  recov'ring  grace." 

3  Sinner*  mall  hear  the  found  ; 

Their  thankful  tongues  mall  own, 
"  Our  righteoufnefs  and  itrength  is  found 
Cfc  In  thee,  my  Lord,  alone." 

4  In  thee  mall  Ifrael  truft, 

And  fee  their  guilt  forpiv'n  t 
God  will  pronounce  the  fmner's  juft, 
And  take  the  faints  to  heav'n. 

HYMN  LXXXVI.     Common  Metre. 
God  holy,  just,  and  sovereign,      Job  ix.  2.— io. 

1  W^  fllouId  the  fons  of  Adam's  race 
II   Le  Pure  before  their  God  ! 

It  he  contend  in  righteoufnefs 

We  fall  beneath  his  rod. 

2  To  vindicate  my  words  and  thoughts 

1 11  make  no  more  pretence  ;     ° 
hot  one  of  all  my  thoufend  faults 
Can  bear  a  juft  defence.  ' 

3  Strong  is  his  arm,  his  heart  is  wife  \ 

What  \£n  prefumers  dare 


B.  I.         Spiritual  Songs.  6j 

Againft  their  Maker's  hand  to  rife, 
Or  'tempt  th'  unequal  war  ? 

4  [Mountains  by  his  almighty  wrath 

From  their  old  feats  are  torn  ; 
He  makes  the  earth  from  fouth  to  north, 
And  all  her  pillars  mourn, 

5  He  bids  the  fun  forbear  to  rife, 

The  obedient  fun  forbear   ; 
His  hands  with  fackcloth  fpreads  the  fides, 
And  feals  up  all  the  ftars. 

6  He  walks  upon  the  ftormy  fea  ; 

Flies  on  the  ftormy  wind  ; 
There's  none  can  trace  his  wond'rous  way, 
Or  his  dark  footfteps  rind.] 

HYMN    LXXXVIL     Long  Metre. 

Goe :  dwells  with  the  humble  and  penitent.     Ifa.  lvii. 
15,  16. 

1  rTTiHUS  faith  the  high  and  lofty  One, 

"  I  fit  upon  my  holy  throne ; 
My  name  is  God,  I  dwell  on  high, 
Dwell  in  mine  own  eternity. 

2  But  I  defcend  to  worlds  below, 
On  earth  I  have  a  manfion  too  ; 
The  humble  fpirit  and  contrite 
Is  an  abode  of  my  delight. 

3  The  humble  foul  my  words  revive, 
I  bid  the  the  mourning  finner  live  ; 
Heal  all  the  broken  hearts  I  find, 
And  eafe  the  forrows  of  the  mind. 

4  [When  I  contend  againft  their  fin, 

I  make  them  know  how  vile  they've  been  ; 


6s  Hymns    and  B    t 

But  fhould  my  wrath  for  ever  fmoke, 
Iheir.ouls  would  fink  beneath  my  ftroke  » 
5  O  may  thy  pard'ning  grace  be  nigh, 
Left  we  fhould  taint,  defpair,  and  die  ! 
Ihus  mall  our  better  thoughts  approve 
lhe  methods  of  thy  chaft'ning  love.] 

HYMN   LXXXVIII.     Long    Metre. 
Life  the  da}  of  grace  and  hope.     Eccl.  ix.  4,  5,  6> 

i   T    ^^^AetimetofervetheLord, 
XJ    t  he  timet'  infure  the  great  reward, 
And  >vhile  the  lamp  holds  out  to  burn, 
J  he  viieft  finner  may  return. 

2  [Life  is  the  hour  that  God  has  riv'n 

1  o  fcape  from  hell,  and  fly  to  heav'n  ; 
i  he  day  of  grace  and  mortals  may 
Secure  the  bleffings  of  the  day.] 

3  [The  living  know  that  they  muft  die 
But  all  the  dead  forgotten  lie  ; 
Their  mem'ry  and  their  fenfe  is  gone 
Alike  unknowing  and  unknown?]     ' 

4  [  f  heir  hatred  and  their  love  is  left 
Their  envy  bury'd  in  the  duft  ; 

1  hey  have  no  ftiare  in  all  that's  done 
Beneath  the  circuit  of  the  fun.] 

5  !  hen  what  my  thoughts  defign  to  do, 
My  hands,  with  all  your  might,  purfu'e 
Since  no  device,  nor  work  is  found,     ' 

^  Nor  faith,  nor  hope,  beneath  the  ground. 
»  There  are  no  afts  of  pardon  paft 
In  the  cold  grave,  to  which  we  hafte, 


B.  I.  Spiritual  Songs,  63 

But  darknefs,  death,  and  long  defpair, 
Reign  in  eternal  filence  there. 

HYMN  LXXXIX.  Long  Metre, 

•  Touih  and  judgment.     Eccl.  xi.  9. 
E  fons  of  Adam,  vain  and  young, 


1   XT- 


Indulge  your  eyes,  indulge  your  tongue, 
Taile  the  delights  your  fouls  defire, 
And  give  a  loofe  to  all  your  fire. 

2  Purfue  the  pleafures  you  defign, 

And  cheer  your  hearts  with  fongs  and  wine  \ 
Enjoy  the  day  of  mirth  ;  but  know 
There  is  a  day  of  judgment  too. 

3  God  from  on  high  beholds  your  thoughts, 
His  book  records  your  lecret  faults  ; 

T  he  works  of  darknefs  you  have  done 
Muff  all  appear  before  the  fun. 

4  The  vengeance  to  your  follies  due 

Should  ftrike  your  heart  with  terror  through  : 
How  will  ye  ftand  before  his  face, 
Or  anfwer  for  his  injured  grace  ? 

5  Almighty  God,  turn  off  their  eyes 
From  thefe  alluring  vanities, 

And  let  the  thunder  of  thy  word 
Awake  their  fouls  to  fear  the  Lord. 

HYMN    XC.    Common  Metre, 

The  fame. 

1   T     O,  the  young  tribes  of  Adam  rife, 
\  j  And  through  all  nature  rove, 
Fulfil  the  willies  of  their  eyes, 
And  tafte  the  joys  they  love. 


7°  Hymns  and  B.  I 

l  They  give  a  loofeto  wild  defires  • 
But  Jet  thefinners  know 

™ftr i?  ?CCOunt  that  God  ^ires 
Of  all  the  works  they  do. 

3  The  Judge  prepares  his  throne  on  high, 
Ihe  frighted  earth  and  feas 
Avoid  the  fury  of  his  eye, 
And  flee  before  his  face. 
4  How  fhall  I  bear  that  dreadful  dav, 
(  A  nd  ftand  the  fi'ry  teft  ? 
I'd  give  all  mortal  joys  away 
To  be  for  ever  bleft. 

HYMN   XCI.     Long  Metre. 

Advice  to  youth  ;  or,  Old  age  and  death  in  an  un. 
converted  state.     Eccl.  xii?  , ,  ;.     Ifa.  lxv  2o 

<  *  fSJ^ in  the  heat  of  y°uthfei  biood 

...   ±  ^    Remember  your  Creator  God. 
Behold  the  months  come  haft'ning  on, 
When  you  fhall  hy— My  joys  are  gone. 

2  Behold  the  aged  firmer  goes, 
Laden  with  guilt  and  heavy  woes, 
Down  to  the  regions  of  the  dead, 
Witheifdlefs  curfes  on  his  head. 

3  The  duft  returns  to  duft  again  ; 
1  he  foul  in  agonies  of  pain 
Afcends  to  God  ;  not  there  to  dwell, 
But  hears  her  doom,  and  finks  to  hell. 

4  Eternal  King,  I  fear  thy  name, 
leach  me  to  know  how  frail  I  am  ; 
And  when  my  foul  mud  hence  remove, 
Give  me  a  manfion  in  thy  love. 


B.  I.         Spiritual  Songs.  71 

HYMN   XCII.      Short  Metre. 

Christ  the  wisdom  of  God,     Prov.  viii.   1,  22, — 32* 

1    O  HALL  Wifdom  cry  aloud, 
jj  A  nd  not  her  fpeech  be  heard  ? 
1  he  voice  of  God's  eternal  Word 
Deferves  it  no  regard  ? 

s  "  I  was  his  chief  delight, 
His  everlafting  Son, 
Before  the  firft  of  all  his  works, 
Creation,  was  begun. 

3  [Before  the  flying  clouds, 

Before  the  folid  land, 
Before  the  fields,  before  the  floods, 
I  dwelt  at  his  right  hand.] 

4  When  he  adorn'd  the  fkies, 

And  built  them,  I  was  there, 
To  order  when  the  fun  mould  rife, 
And  marfhai  ev'ry  ftar. 

5  When  he  pour'd  out  the  fea, 

And  fpread  the  flowing  deep  ; 
And  gave  the  flood  a  firm  decree, 
In  its  own  bounds  to  keep. 

6  Upon  the  empty  air 

The  earth  was  balanc'd  well : 
With  joy  I  faw  the  manfion  where 
The  fons  of  men  mould  dwell. 

7  My  bufy  thoughts  at  firft 

On  their  falvation  ran, 
Ere  fin  was  born,  or  Adam's  duft 
Was  fafhion'd  to  a  man. 

8  Then  come,  receive  my  grace, 

Ye  children,  and  be  wife : 


72  Hymns  and  B.  ] 

Happy  the  man  that  keeps  my  ways ; 
1  he  man  that  fhuns  them  dies." 

HYMN   XCIII.     Long  Metre. 

ChrUt,  or  Wisdom,  obeyed  or  resisted.     Prov   vB 

T  34,-36. 

HTJS  faith  thWifdomofthe 
Bleft  is  the  man  that  hears  my  word 
Keeps  daily  watch  before  my  rates  ' 

And  at  my  feet  for  mercy  wait's.     ' 
2  The  foul  that  feeks  me  mail  obtain 
Immorta   wealth,  and  heav'nly  gain  ; 
Immortal  life  is  his  reward 
Life,  and  the  favour  of  the  Lord. 
I  But  the  vile  wretch  that  flies  from  me, 
Doth  his  own  foul  an  injury  • 

Fools  that  agamft  my  grace  rebel, 
oeek  death,  and  love  the  road  to  hell." 

HYMN    TdV.      Common  Metre.  J 

Mstificatwn  by  faith,  not  by  works ;  or,   Tht  law 
condemns,  grace  jiutifies.  '  Rom.  iii.  10.-2/ 


VAIN  are  the  hopes  thefonsof  men 
On  their  own  works  have  built ; 
Ifteir  hearts  by  nature  are  unclean, 
And  all  their  actions  guilt. 

2  L«  Jew  and  Gentile  flop  their  mouths 

W  ithout  a  murm'ring  word, 
And  the  whole  race  of  Adam  ftand 
Guilty  before  the  Lord. 

3  In  vain  we  afk  God's  righteous  law 

io  julbfy  us  now; 


B.I.         Spiritual  Songs. 

Since  to  convince,  and  to  condemn, 
Is  all  the  law  can  do. 

4  Jefus,  how  glorious  is  thy  grace, 
When  in  thy  name  we  truft ! 
Our  faith  receives  a  righteoufnefs 
That  makes  the  {inner  jurl. 

HYMN    XCV.     Common  Metre. 
Regeneration-     Johni.  13.  and  ili.  3,  &c 

1  "M"*^  a^  tneoutward  forms  on  earth, 
XI!      Nor  rites,  that  God  has  giv'n, 
Npr  will  of  man,  nor  blood,  nor  birth, 

Can  raife  a  foul  to  heav'n. 

2  The  fov'reign  will  of  God  alone 

Creates  us  heirs  of  grace  ; 
Born  in  the  image  of  his  Son, 
A  new  peculiar  race. 

3  The  Spirit,  like  fbme  heav'nly  wind, 

Blows  on  the  ions  of  fleih, 

New  models  all  the  carnal  mind, 

And  forms  the  man  afrefh. 

4  Our  quickenM  fouls  awake  and  rife 

From  the  long  flcep  of  death  5 

On  heav'nly  things  we  fix  our  eyes, 

And  praife  employs  our  breath. 

HYMN    XCVI.     Common  Metre. 
Election  excludes  boa:ting.      1  Cor.  i.  26,. 

1    1PLUT  feW  amor}o  tne  carnal  wife, 
A3     But  few  of  nobler  race, 

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74  Hymns  and  B.  I, 

Obtain  the  favour  of  thine  eyes, 
Almighty  King  of  grace. 

a  He  takes  the  men  of  meanefl  name 
For  fons  and  heirs  of  God  ; 
And  thus' he  pours  abundant  fhame 
On  honourable '  blood. 

-3  He  calls  the  fool,  and  makes  him  know 
The  myft'ries  of  his  grace, 
To  bring  afpiring  wifdom  low, 
And  all  its  pride  abafe. 
4  Nature  has  all  its  glories  loft, 

When  brought  before  his  throne ; 
No  flefli  fhall  in  his  prefence  boafl, 
But  in  the  Lord  alone. 

HYMN    XCVII.     Long  Metre. 

Christ  our  wisdom,  righteousness,  &c.  i  Cor,  i.  30. 
URY'D  in  fhadows  of  the  night 


B 


We  lie,  'till  Chrift  reftores  the  light  -9 
\Viidom  defcends  to  heal  the  blind, 
And  chafe  the  darknefs  of  the  mind. 

Our  guilty  fouls  are  drown'd  in  tears, 
'Till  his  atoning  blood  appears : 
Then  we  awake  from  deep  diftrefs, 
And  ling,  The  Lord  our  Righteousness. 

Our  very  frame  is  mix'd  with  fin, 
His  Spirit  makes  our  natures  clean ; 
Such  virtue  from  his  fufP rings  flow, 
At  once  to  cleanfe  and  pardon  too. 

lefyis  beholds  where  Satan  reigns, 
Binding  his  flaves  in  heavy  chaias  \ 


B.  I,         Spiritual   Songs.  75 

He  fets  the  pris'ners  free,  and  breaks 
The  iron  bondage  from  our  necks. 
5  Poor  helplefs  worms  in  thee  poffefs 

Grace,  wifdom,  pow'r,  and  righteoufnefs 
Thou  art  our  mighty  All,  and  we 
Give  our  whole  felves,  O  Lord,  to  thee. 

HYMN    XCVHI.     Short  Metre. 

The  fame. 

1    "[J  OW  heavy  is  the  night 

71     That  hangs  upon  our  eyes,    ■ 
'Till  Chrift,  with  his  reviving  light, 
Over  our  fouls  arife  ? 

a  Our  guilty  fpirits  dread 

To  meet  the  wrath  of  heav'n  ; 
But  in  his  righteoufnefs  array'd 
We  fee  our  fins  forgiv'n. 

3  Unholy  and  impure 

Are  all  our  thoughts  and  ways, 
His  hands  infected  nature  cure 
With  fanclifying  grace. 

4  The  pow'rs  of  hell  agree 

To  hold  our  fouls  in  vain ; 
He  fets  the  fons  of  bondage  free, 
And  breaks  the  curfed  chain. 

5  Lord,  we  adore  thy  ways, 

To  bring  us  near  to  God, 
Thy  fov'reign  pow'r,  thy  healing  grace, 
And  thine  atoning  blood. 


?6  H  y  m  n  s  and  E.  I. 

H  Y  M  N  XCIX.     Common  Metre. 

Stones  made  children  of  Abraham  ;    or,  Grace  not 
conveyed  by  religious  parents.     Matth.  iii.  9. ' 

1  "\7"AItN  are  the  hoPcs  *at  rcbe]*  place 
Y        Upon  their  birth  and  blood, 
JJelcended  from  a  pious  race, 
(Their  fathers  now  with  God.) 

2  He  from  the  caves  of  earth  and  hell 

Can  take  the  harden:  (tones, 
And  fill  the  houfe  of  Abra'm  well 
With  new-created  fons. 

3  Such  WondNrous  pow'r  doth  he  poffefs, 

WhoforrrAl  our  mortal  frame, 
Who  calPd  the  world  from  emptinefs : 
,  I  he  world  obey'd,  and  came. 

HYMN    C.     Long  Metre. 
Believe,  and  be  saved.     John  iii.  16,  17,  18. 

1  1\T°T  t0  condsmn  the  ^s  of  men 

1  X      Did  Chrift  the  Son  of  God  appear  • 
No  weapons  in  his  hands  are  feen, 
No  flam  nj  fword,  nor  thunder  there. 

2  Such  was  the  pity  of  our  God, 

He  lov'd  the  race  of  man  fo  well,       . 

He  fent  his  Son  to  bear  our  load 

Of  fins,  and  fave  our  fouls  from  hell. 

3  Sinners,  believe  the  Saviour's  word, 
Truft  in  his  mighty  name,  and  live  ; 
A  thoufand  joys  his  lips  afford, 

His  hand  a  thoufand  Weffings  give. 


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4  But  vengeance  and  damnation  lies 
On  rebels  who  refufe  his  grace  ; 
Who  God's  eternal  Son  defpife, 
The  hotteft  hell  mail  be  their  place. 

HYMN    CI.     Long  Metre. 

Joy  in  heaven  for  a  repenting  sinner.     Luke  xy. 
7>  IO- 
j    "TTTHO  can  defcribe  the  joys  that  rife  ^ 
Yy        Through  all  the  courts  of  paradife, 
To  fee  a  prodigal  return, 
To  fee  an  heir  of  glory  born  ? 

2  With  joy  the  Father  doth  approve 
The  fruit  of  his  eternal  love  ; 

The  Son  with  joy  looks  down  and  fees 
The  purchafe  of  his  agonies. 

3  The  Spirit  takes  delight  to  view 
The  holy  foul  he  form'd  anew ; 
And  faints  and  angels  join  to  fing 
The  growing  empire  of  their  King, 

HYMN  CII.     Long  Metre. 

The  beatitudes.     Matth.   v.  2, 12. 

1   TTJ  LES  r  are  the  humble  fouls  that  fee 
fj      i.heir  emptinefs  and  poverty  j 
1  reafures  of  grace  to  them  are  giv'n, 
And  crowns  of  joy  laid  up  in  heav'n. 

1  Bled  are  the  men  of  broken  heart, 
Who  mourn  for  fin  with  inward  fmart  \ 
The  blood  of  Chrift  divinely  flows, 
A  healing  balm  for  all  their  woes. 
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3  Bleft  are  the  meek,  who  fland  afar 
From  rage  and  fafbion,  noife  and  war  ; 
God  will  fecure  their  happy  ft: 

And  plead  their  came  agaihft  the  great. 

4  Bleft  are  the  fouls  that  third  for  -race, 
Hunger  and  fong  for  rigi  g. 
They  mail  be  well  fupply'd 

With  living  ftreams  and  living  bread. 

5  Bleft  are  the  men  whofe  bowels  move 
A  nd  melt  with  fympathy  and  love ; 
From  Chrift  the  Lord  fhall  they  obtain 
Like  fympathy  and  Jove  again. 

6  Bleft  are  the  pure,  whofe  hearts  are  clean 
From  the  defiling  pow'r  of  fin  ; 

"With  endlefs  pleafure  they  mall  fee 
A  God  of  fpotlefs  purity. 

7  Bleft  are  the  men  of  peaceful  life, 
Who  quench  the  coals  of  growing  ftrife ; 
rJ  hey  fhall  be  call'd  the  the  heirs  of  blifs^ 
The  Ions  of  God  ;  the  God  of  peace. 

8  Bleft  are  the  fufPrers,  who  partake 
Of  pain  and  fhame  for  Jems'  fake ; 
1  heir  fouls  fhall  triumph  in  the  Lord^ 
Glory  and  joy  are  their  reward. 

HYMN    CUT.     Common  Metre. 

Not  ashamed  of the  gospel:     i  Tim.  i.  I2# 
i   T'M  not  aihamed  to  own  my  Lord, 
X     Or  to  defend  his  caufe, 
Maintain  the  honour  of  his  word, 
1  he  glory  of  his  crofs. 

i  Jems,  my  God !  I  know  his  name  ! 
His  name  is  all  my  trml ; 


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Nor  will  he  put  my  fou  1  to  fiiame, 
or  let  my  hope  be  loft. 

3  Firm  as  his  throne  his  promife  ftands3 

A  nd  he  can  well  fecure 
What    Recommitted  to  his  hands, 

9  i  ill  the  decisive  hour. 

4  Then  will  he  own  my  worthlefs  name, 

Before  his  Father's  face, 
.And  in  the  new  Jerufalem 
Appoint  my  foul  a  place.    ' 

H  Y  M  N    CIV.     Common  Metre. 

A  state  of  nature  and  grace,      i  Cor.  vi.  io,  n* 
i   "^TO  r  the  malicious  or  profane, 
k.  %       'ihe  wanton  or  the  proud, 
I-;  or  thieves,  nor  Handlers,  mall  obtain 
rl  he  kingdom  of  our  G  od. 

2  Surprifing  grace !  and  fuch  were  we 

By  nature  and  by  fin, 

Heirs  of  immortal  mifery, 

Unholy  and  unclean. 

3  But  we  are  wafh'd  in  Jems'  blood, 

Were  pardon'd  through  his  name ; 
And  the  good  Spirit  of  our  God 
Has  fanclifled  our  frame. 

4  O  for  a  perfevering  pow'r 


l'o  keep  thy  juit  command 


We  would  defile  our  hearts  no  more, 
No  more  pollute  our  hands. 


8°  Hymns   and  B.  Jj 

HYMN    CV.  Common  Metre. 

Heaven  invisible  and  holy,     i  Cor.  ii.  9,  I0.  Rev. 
xxi.   27. 

1  NT^/yehathfeen,  nor  ear  has  heard, 
±  H      Nor  ienfe  nor  reafon  known, 

VV  hat  joys  the  Father  has  prepared 
•tor  thofe  that  love  the  Son. 

2  But  the  good  Spirit  of  the  Lord 

Reveals  a  heav'n  to  come  ; 
The  beams  of  glory  in  his  word 
Allure  and  guide  us  home. 

3  Pure  are  the  joys  above  the  Iky, 

.And  all  the  region  peace  ; 
No  wanton  lips,  nor  envious  eye, 
Can  tafte  or  fee  the  blifs.       ' 

4  Thofe  holy  gates  for  ever  bar 

Pollution,  fm,  andfliame; 
None  fliall  obtain  admittance  there 

But  folPwers  of  the  Lamb- 
5 1  He  keeps  the  Father's  book  of  life, 

1  here  all  their  names  are  found  ;' 
j  The  hypocrite  in  vain  fliall  ftrive 

To  tread  the  heav'nly  ground, 

HYMN.CVI.     Short  Metre. 
Bead  to  sin  by  the  Cross  of  Christ.  Rom,  vi.  1,  2,  6. 

1    Q  lALL  We  S°  on  t0  fm> 
kj  Becaufe  thy  grace  abounds  > 
Or  crucify  the  Lord  again, 
■And  open  all  his  wounds  ? 


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2  Forbid  it,  mighty  God  ! 

N  or  let  it  e'er  be  faid, 
That  we,  whole  fins  are  crucify'd, 
Should  raife  them  from  the  dry 

3  We  will  be  flaves  no  more, 

Since  Chrift  has  made  us  free, 
Has  naiFd  our  tyrants  to  his  crofs, 
And  bought  our  liberty. 

HYMN    CVIL     Long  Metre. 

The  fall  and  recovery  of  man  f  or,  Christ  and  Satan 

at  enmity*     Gen.  iii.  1*15,  17*     Gal.  iv.  4. 

Col,  ii.  15. 

1  y^ECEIFD  by  fubtle  fnares  of  hell, 
1  J  Adam  our  head,  our  father,  fell, 
\v  hen  Satan,  in  the  ferpent  hid, 
Proposed  the  fruit  that  God  forbid. 

1  Death  was  the  threatening  ;  death  began 
To  take  poiTerhon  of  the  man  : 
His  unborn  race  receiv'd  the  wound, 
And  heavy  curfes  frnote  the  ground. 

3  But  Satan  found  a  worfe  reward  : 
Thus  faith  the  vengeance  of  the  Lord3 
"  Let  everlafling  hatred  be 
"  Betv/ixt  the  woman's  feed  and  thee. 

4  cc  The  woman*?  feed  mail  be  my  Son, 
"  He  fhall  deflroy  what  tiiou  haft  done  : 
"  Shall  break  thy  head,  and  only  feel 
•c  Thy  malice  raging  at  his  heel." 

5  [He  fpake,  and  bid  four  thoufand  years 
Roll  on  ;  at  length  his  Son  appears ; 
Angels  wjth  joy  defcend  to  earth, 
And  ling  the  young  Redeemer's  birth. 


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6  Lo,  by  the  fons  of  hell  he  dies ; 
But  as  he  hung  'twixt  earth  and  fkies. 
he  gave  their  prince  a  fatal  blow, 
And  trmmph'd  o'er  the  pow'rs  below.] 

HYMN    GVIII.     Short  Metre. 
Christ  unseen  and  beloved,   i  Pet.  i.  8. 

1  TVT0 T  With  0ur  mortal  eyes 
1  >|    Have  we  beheld  the  Lord, 
1  et  we  rejoice  to  hear  his  name, 

And  love  him  in  his  word- 

2  On  earth  we  want  the  fight 

Of  our  Redeemer's  face  ; 
Yet,  Lord,  our  iiirnoft  thoughts  delight 
To  dwell  upon  thy  grace. 

3  And  when  when  we-tafte  thy  love, 

Our  joys  divinely  grow 
Unfpeakable,  like  thofe  above, . 
And  heav'n  begins  below. 

HYMN    CIX.     Long  Metre. 

*  he  value  of  Christ,  and  his  righteousness.     Phil,  iix 
.    7>.8>9- 

XT  3  more,  my  God,  I  boaft  no  more 

1  >|    Of  all  the  duties  I  have  done  j 

I. quit  the  hopes  I  held  before, 

rJ  o  truft  the  merits  of  thy  Son. 
2  Now  for  the  love  I  bear  his  name, 

What  was  my  gain,  I  count  my  lofs  ; 

My  former  pride  I  call  my  fhame, 

And  nail  my  glory  to  his  crofs- 


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3  Yes,  and  I  muff,  and  will  efleem 
All  things  but  lofs  for  Jefus'  fake  ; 
O  may  my  foul  be  found  in  him, 
And  of  his  righteoufnefs  partake  ! 

4  The  bed:  obedience  of  my  hand; 
Dares  not  appear  before  thy  throne  \ 
But  faith  can  anfwer  thy  demands, 
By  pleading  what  my  Lord  has  done, 

HYMN    CX.     Common  Metre. 

Death  and  immediate  glory-     1  Cor.  v.  1,5,  8. 

1   TPLIERE  is  a  houfe  not  made  with  hands, 
1      Eternal,  and  on  high, 
And  here  my  fpirit  waiting  Hands, 

.'Till  Godiliallbiditfly. 
Shortly  this  prifon  of  my  clay 

Muft  be  diitblv'd  and  fall  5 
Then,  O  my  foul,  with  joy  obey 
I  hy  heav'nly  Father's  call. 

'lis  he,  by  his  Almighty  grace, 

1  hat  forms  thee  fit  for  heavn 
And  as  an  earned  of  the  place, 

Has  his  own  Spirit  giv'n. 

4  We  walk  by  faith  of  joys  to  come, 

Faith  lives  upon  his  word  ; 
But  while  the  body  is  our  home, 
We're  abfent  from  the  Lord. 

5  Tis  pleafant  to  believe  thy  grace, 

But  we  had  rather  fee  ; 
We  would  be  abfent  from  the  flefh, 
And  prefent,  Lord,  with  thee, 


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HYMN    CXI-     Common  Metre. 

Salvation  by  grace-     Titus  iii.  3,  7. 

1   CI      °  R  F),  v/e  confefs  our  num'rous  faults, 
JLj   Hpw  great  our  guilt  has  been  ! 
i^omh  arid  vain  are  all  our  thoughts, 
And  all  cur  lives  wtre  fin. 
1  But,  O  my  foul,  for  ever  praife, 
For  ever  love  his  name, 
W  ho  turns  thy  feet  from  dang'rous  ways 
Of  folly,  fin',  and  /Lame.] 

3  ['1fc«ot  by  works  of  righteoufnefs, 

Which  our  own  hands  have  done  j 
But  we  are  fat'd  by  fov'reign  grace, 
Abounding  through  his  Son.] 

4  'lis  from  the  mercy  of  our  God 
That  all  our  hopes  begin  ; 

^'Tis  by  the  water  and  the  blood 
Our  fouls  are  wam'd  from  fxn. 

through  the  purchafe  of  his  death, 
Who  hung  upon  the  tree, 
Spirit  is  fent  down  to  breathe 
fcaPn  fuch  dry  bones  as  we. 

\  from  the  deed,  we  live  anew  5 
And,  junify'd  by  grace, 
We  fliall  appear  in  glory  too, 
And  fee  our  Father's  face. 


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HYMN    CXII.     Common  Metre. 

The  brazen  serpent  ;  or,  Looking  to  Jesus.     2  John 
ver.  14, — 16. 

1    O  O  did  the  Hebrew  prophet  raife 
1^     The  brazen  ferpent  high  ; 
1  he  wounded  felt  immediate  eafe, 
i  he  camp  forbore  to  die. 

1  Look  upward  in  the  dying  hour. 

And  live,  the  prophet  cries  ;  ^. 

But  Chrifi  performs  a  nobler  cure, 
When  faith  lifts  up  her*eyes. 

3  High  on  the  crofs  the  Saviour  hung, 

High  in  the  heav'ns  he  reigns : 
Here  fmners,  by  thJ  old  ferpent  flung, 
Look,  and  forget  their  pains. 

4  When  God's  own  Son  is  lifted  up, 

A  dying  world  revives  ; 
The  jew  beholds  the  glorious  hope, 
Th'  expiring  Gentile  lives- 

HYMN    CKIII.     Common  Metre. 

Abraham's  blessing  on  the  Gentiles.     Gen.  xvii.  7. 
Rom  XV- 8.     Markx.  14. 

1  TJT  ^w  *arSe  tne  pr°mife !  how  divine ! 
XJL     'J'o     brah'm  and  his  feed  ! 

*'  1  ii  be  a  Sod  to  thee  pik!  thine, 
"  Supplying  all  their  need." 

2  The  words  of  his  extenfive  love 

From  age  to  age  endure  ; 
Hie  angd  of  thefcovnant  proves, 
And  leau  the  bleffin  •  fure. 
H 


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3  Jefus  the  ancient  faith  confirms, 

J  o  our* great  fathers  giv'n  ; 
He  takes  young  children  to  his  arms, 
And  calls  them  heirs  of  heav'n. 

4  Our  God,  how  faithful  are  his  ways ! 

His  love  endures  the  fame ; 
Nor  from  the  promife  of  his  grace 
Blots  out  the  children's  name. 

HYMN    CXIV.     Common  Metre. 

The  fame.     Rom,  xi.  1 6,  17. 

1  /^1  ENTILES  by  nature,  we  belong 
\JT     To  the  wild  olive  wood  ; 
Grace  took  us  from  the  barren  tree, 

And  grafts  us  in  the  good, 

2  With  the  fame  blefTmgs  grace  endows- 

The  Gentile  and  the  Jew  ; 
If  pure  and  holy  be  the  root, 
Such  are  the  branches  too. 

3  Then  let  the  children  of  the  faints 

Be  dedicate  to  God  ; 
Pour  out  thy  Spirit  on  them,  Lord, 
And  wafii  them  in  thy  blood. 

4  Thus,  to  the  parents  and  their  feed, 

Shall  thy  falvation  come, 
And  numerous  houfholds  meet  at  lafl: 
In  one  eternal  home. 


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HYMN    CXV.     Common  Metre. 

Conviction  of  sin  by  the  law.     Romans  vii.  8,  9, 
14,  24. 

1  T     ORD,  how  fecure  my  confcience  was, 
I   j      And  felt  no  inward  dread  ! 

I  was  alive  without  the  law, 

And  thought  my  fins  were  dead. 

2  My  hopes  of  heav'n  were  firm  and  bright, 

But  fince  the  precept  came 
With  a  convincing  pow'r  and  light, 
I  fmd  how  vile  I  am. 

3  [My  guut  appear' d  hut  fmail  before, 

'Till  terribly  1  faw 
How  perfect,  holy,  juft,  and  pure. 
Was  thine  eternal  law. 

4  Then  felt  my  foul  the  heavy  load, 

My  fins  revived  again, 
I  had  provok'd  a  dreadful  God, 
All  all  my  hopes  were  flain.  J 

5  I'm  like  a  helplefs  captive  fold. 

Under  the  pow'r  of  fin  ; 
I  cannot  do  the  good  1  would, 
Notf  keep  my  confcience  clean. 

6  My  God,  I  cry  with  ev'ry  breath, 

For  fome  kind  pow'r  to  fave, 
To  break  the  yoke  of  fin  and  death, 
And  thus  redeem  the  flave. 


38  H  y  m  n  s  and  B.  I. 

HYMN   GXVI.     Long  Metre. 

•   Love  to  God,  and  our  neighbour.     Matth.  xxii. 

*  37.>~ 4o. 

1  HP^8  **a*th  tJle  ^rft'  the  Sreat  command, 

JL       "  Let  all  thy  inward  powers  unite 
2  o  love  thy  maker  and  thy  God, 
With  utmoft  vigour  and  delight. 

2  Then  mail  thy  neighbour  next  in  place. 
Share  thine  affection  and  efteern, 

And  let  thy  kindnefs  to  thyfelf 
Meafure  and  rule  thy  love  to  him." 

3  This  is  the  fenfe  that  Mofes  fpake, 

ri  hu  did  the  prophets  preach  and  prove; 
For  want  of  this  the  law  is  broke, 
And  the  whole  law's  fulfilled  by  love. 

4  But  Oh  !  how  bafe  our  paflions  are, 
How  cold  cur  charity  and  zeal ! 
Lord,  fill  our  fouls  with  heav'nly  fire, 
Or  we  {hall  ne'er  perform  thy  will. 

HYMN    CtVjl.     Long  Metre. 

Election  sovereign  and  free.     Rom-  ix.  21,  223 
23,  24. 

1   [T)  ^HOLD  the  potter  and  the  clay, 
JjJ     He  forms  his  veffels  as  he  pleafe ; 
Su~n  is  our  God  ;  and  fuch  we  are, 
The  fubjeel:  of  his  juft  decrees. 

a  Doth  not  the  workman's  pow'r  extend 
O'er  all  the  mais,  which  part  to  chufe, 
.And  mould  it  for  a  nobler  end, 
And  which  to  leave  for  viler  uie  ?J 


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3  May  not  the  fov'reign  Lord  on  high 
Difpenfe  his  favours  as  he  will, 
Chufe  fome  to  life,  while  others  die, 
And  yet  be  juft  and  gracious  Hill  ? 

4  [What,  if  to  make  his  terror  known, 
He  lets  his  patience  long  endure, 
Suff'ring  vile  rebels  to  go  on, 

And  feal  their  own  deftru&ion  fure  ? 

5  What,  if  he  means  to  mow  his  grace, 
And  his  electing  love  employs 

To  mark  out  fome  of  mortal  race, 
And  form  them  fit  for  heav'nly  joys  ?] 

6  Shall  man  reply  againft  the  Lord, 
And  call  his  Maker's  ways  unjuft, 
The  thunder  of  whofe  dreadful  word 
Can  crufh  a  thoufand  worlds  to  dull  ? 

7  But,  O  my  foul,  if  truth  fo  bright 
Should  dazzle  and  confound  thy  fight,, 
Yet  ftill  his  written  will  obey, 

And  wait  the  great  decifive  day. 

8  1  hen  he  mall  make  his  jufHce  known, 
And  the  whole  world,  before  his  throne, 
With  joy  or  terror  mall  confefs 

The  glory  of  his  righteoufnefs. 

HYMN   CXVIII.     Short  Metre. 

Moses  and  Christ ;  or,  Sin  against  the  law  and  gos- 
pel.    John  i.  17     Heb.  iii.  3,  5,  6.  and  x.  28,  29* 

1   r  1  V'.E  law  by  Mofes  came, 

X     But  peace,  and  truth,  and  love, 
Were  brought  by  Chrift,  a  nobler  name, 
Descending  from  above. 
H  2 


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2  Amidft  the  houfe  of  God 

Their  difPrejtt  works  were  done : 
Mofes  a  faithful  fervant  flood, 
Beit  Chrift  a  faithful  Son. 

3  Then  to  his  new  commands 

Be  firicl  obedience  paid  ; 
O'er  all  his  Father's  houie  he  ft ands 
The  .sdv'reign  and  the  Head. 

4  The  man  that  durfl:  defpife 

The  law  that  Mofes  brought ! 
Behold  how  terribly  he  dies 
For  his  prefumptous  faulty 

5  But  forer  vengeance  falls 

On  that  rebellious  race, 
Who  hate  to  hear  what  Jefus  calls, 
-And  dare  reiift  his  grace. 

HYMN     CXIX.     Common  Metre. 

1  he  different  siuce's  of  the  gospel      i  Cor.  i.  ai, 
24.     2  Cor.  %  10.      1  Cor.  iii.  6,  7. 

1  ff"^   '-R-ST  and  his  crofs  is  all  our  theme, 
\^4  The  my 'tries  that  wefpeak 

u  ,•_  vandal  in  the  Jews'  efteem, 
And  folly  to  the  Greek  : 

2  But  fouls  enlightened  from  above, 

With  joy  receive  the  word  ; 
They  fee  what  wifdom,  pow'r,  and  love, 
S  nines  in  their  dying  Lord. 

3  The  vital  favour  of  his  name 

Reftores  their  fainting  breath  j 
But  unbelief  perverts  the  fame 
To  guilt,  defpair,  and  death. 


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4  'Till  God  diffufe  his  graces  down, 
Like  fhow'rs  of  heavenly  rain, 
In  vain  Apollos  fows  the  ground, 
And  Paul  may  plant  in  vain. 

HYMN    CXX.     Common  Metre. 

Faith  of  things  unseen.     Heb.  xi.  1,  3,  8,  io« 

1  1  P  1ITH  is  the  brighteft  evidence 
JL      Of  things  beyond  our  fight ; 

hi  caks  through  the  clouds  of  fleih  and  fenfe, 
And  dwells  in  heav  nly  light ; 

2  It.  fets  times  pail  in  prefent  view, 

Brings  diffant  profpecls  home, 
Of  things  a  thouland  years  ago, 
Or  thouland  years  to  come. 

3  By  faith  we  know  the  worlds  were  made 

By  God's  a-lmighty  word  : 
Abrah'm  to  unknown  countries  led, 
By  faith  obey'd  the  Lord. 

4  He  fought  a  city  fair  and  high, 

Built  by  th'  Eternal  hands ; 
And  faith  affures  us,  though  we  die 
That  heav'nly  building  (lands. 

HYMN    CXXI.     Common  Metre. 

Children  devoted  to  God.     Gen.  xvii.  7,  10.     A&s 
xvi,  14,  15,  33. 

1   npiiUS  faith  the  mercy  of  the  Lord, 
JL     Til  be  a  God  to  thee  : 
I'll  blefs  thy  num'rous  race,  and  they 
Shall  be  a  feed  for  me. 


92  Hy  m  n  s  and  B.  I. 

2  Abrah'm  believ'd  the  promis'd  grace, 

And  gave  his  fon  to  God  ; 
But  water  feals  the  bleffing  now, 
1  hat  once  was  feal'd  with  blood. 

3  Thus  Lydia  fandhfy'd  her  houfe, 

When  (he  receiv'd  the  word  j 
Thus  the  believing  jdilor  gave 
His  houfhold  to  the  Lord. 

4  Thus  later  faints,  eternal  King, 

Thine  ancient  truth  embrace  ; 

To  thee  their  infant  offspring  bring, 

And  humbly  claim  the  grace. 

HYMN    CXXII.     Long  Metre. 

Believers  buried  with  Christ  in  Baptism.     Rom-, 
vi.  3,  4,  &c. 

1  '  P\  O  we  not  know  that  folemn  word, 
JL/    That  we  are  bury'd  with  the  Lord  ; 
bdptiz'd  into  his  death,  and  then 

Put  off  the  body  of  our  fin  ? 

2  Our  fouls  receive  diviner  breath, 

Rais'd  from  corruption,  guilt,  and  death : 
*  So  from  the  grave  did  Chrift  arife, 
And  lives  to  God  above  the  Ikies. 

3  No  more  let  fin  or  Satan  reign 
Over  our  mortal  flefh  again  ; 
The  various  luffs  we  ferv'd  before 
Shall  have  dominion  now  no  more. 


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HYMN    CXXIII.     Common  Metre. 

The  repenting  prodigal.    Luke  xv.  13,  &c. 

1  T}  EHOLD  the  wretch  whofe  luft  and  wine 
j3   Has  wafted  his  eftate, 

iie  begs  a  (hare  amongft  thefwine, 
To  tafte  the  hulks  they  eat. 

2  "  I  die  with  hunger  here,"  he  cries, 

"  I  ftarve  in  foreign  lands  ; 
My  father's  house  has  large  fupplies, 
And  bounteous  are  his  hands. 

3  I'll  go,  and  with  a  mournful  tongue 

Fall  down  before  his  face  ; 
Father,  I've  done  thy  juftice  wrong, 
Nor  can  defer ve  thy  grace." 

4  He  faid,  and  haften'd  to  his  home, 

To  feek  his  father's  love  ; 

The  father  faw  the  rebel  come 

And  all  his  bowels  move. 

5  He  ran  and  fell  upon  his  neck, 

Embrac'd  and  kifs'd  his  fon  ; 
The  rebel's  heart  with  forrow  brake 
For  follies  he  had  done. 

6  "  Take  off  his  clothes  of  fhame  and  fin, 

(The  Father  gives  command,) 
Drefs  him  in  garments  white  and  clean, 
With  rings  adorn  his  hand. 

7  A  day  of  feafting  I  ordain. 

Let  mirth  and  joy  abound  : 
My  fon  was  dead,  and  lives  again, 
Was  loft,  and  now  is  found." 


94  Hymns    and  B.  I, 

HYMN   CXXIV.     Long  Metre. 
The  first  and  second  Adam.     Rom.  v.  12,  &c, 

1  T^EEP  in  the  dufl  before  thy  throne> 
XJ)  Our  guilt  and  our  diigrace  we  own  ; 

Great  God,  we  own  th'  unhappy  name 

Whence  fprung  our  nature  and  our  fhame  !— 

2  Adam  the  Tinner  :   At  his  fall 
Death,  like  a  conq'ror,  feiz'd  us  all ; 
A  thoufand  new-born  babes  are  dead 
By  fatal  union  to  their  head. 

3  But  whilft  our  fpirits,  fill'd  with  awe, 
Behold  the  terrors  of  thy  Jaw, 

We  fing  the  honours  of  thy  grace, 
rl  hat  fent  to  fave  our  ruin'd  race. 

4  We  fing  thine  everlafting  Son, 
Who  join'd  our  nature  to  his  own  ; 
Adam  the  fecond,  from  the  dufl 
Raifes  the  ruins  of  the  firft. 

5  [By  the  rebellion  of  one  man 
Through  all  his  feed  the  mifchief  ran, 
And  by  one  man's  obedience  now 
Are  all  his  feed  made  righteous  too. 

6  Where  fin  did  reign,  and  death  abound, 
There  have  the  fons  of  Adam  found 
Abounding  life  \  there  glorious  grace 
Reigns  through  the  Lord  our  righteoufnefs.J 


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HYMN    CXXV.     Common  Metre. 

Chri.fs  compassion  to  the  weak  and  tempted.     Hcb. 
iv.  16.  and  v.  7.     Matt.  xii.  20- 

1   TTT  ITrt  joys  we  meditate  the  grace 
V  V     Of  our  High  Prieft  above  j 
His  heart  is  made  of  tendernefs, 
Bis  bowels  melt  with  love. 

1  Touch'd  with  a  fympathy  within, 
H  e  knows  our  feeble  frame  ; 
He  knows  what  fore  temptations  mean. 
For  he  has  felt  the  fame- 

3  But  fpotlefs,  innocent,  and  pure, 

The  great  Redeemer  flood, 
While  Satan's  fiery  darts  he  bore, 
And  did  refift  to  blood. 

4  He  in  the  days  of  feeble  flefh 

Pour'd  out  his  cries  and  tears, 
And  in  his  meafure  feels  afreih 
What  ev'ry  member  bears. 

5  [He'll  never  quench  the  fmoking  flax, 

But  raife  it  to  a  flame : 
The  bruifed  reed  he  never  breaks, 
Nor  fcoms  the  mcanefl  name.] 

6  Then  let  our  humble  faith  addrefs 

His  mercy  and  his  pow'r, 
We  mall  obtain  deliv'ring  grace 
In  the  diftreffing  hour. 


qS  Hymns  and  B.  L 

HYMN    CXXVI.     Long  Metre. 

Charity  and  uncharitablemss.    Rom.  xiv.  17,  19* 
\  Cor.  x.  32. 

1  "XT3T  different  food,  nor  difFrent  drefs, 
JL^I      Compofe  the  kingdom  of  our  Lord  j 
But  peace,  and  joy,  and  righteoufnefs, 
Faith,  and  obedience  to  his  word. 

2  When  weaker  Chriftians  we  defpife, 
We  do  the  gofyd  mighty  wrong ; 
For  God,  the  gracious  and  the  wife, 
Receives  the  feeble  with  the  ftrong, 

3  Let  pride  and  wrath  be  baniuVd  hence, 
Meeknefs  and  love  our  fouls  purfue, 
Nor  fhall  our  practice  give  offence, 
To  faints,  the 'Gentile,  or  the  Jew, 

HYMN   CXXVII,    Long  Metre. 

Christ's  invitation  to  sinners  ;  or,  Humility  and 
pride.     Matth.  xi.  28,-30. 

1  "  |^1  OME  hither,  all  ye  weary  fouls, 

Vy  Ye  heavy  laden  finners,  come  5 
I'll  give  you  reft  from  all  your  toils, 
And  raife  you  to  my  heav'nly  home ; 

2  They  (hall  find  reft  that  le;*rn  of  me, 
Fm  of  a  meek  and  lowly  mind  > 

But  paftion  rages  like  the  Fea, 
And  pride  is  reftlefs  as  the  wind. 

3  Blefs'd  is  the  man  whofe  moulders  tak$ 

My  yoke,  and  bear  it  with  delight ; 
-  My  yoke  is  eafy  to  his  neck, 
My  grace  fhall  make  the  burden  light."     < 


B.I.         Spiritual  Songs.  qj 

4  Jefus  we  come  at  thy  command, 

With  faith,  and  hope,  and  humble  zeal, 
Refign  our  fpirits  to  thy  hand, 
To  mould  and  guide  us  at  thy  will. 

HYMN    CXXVIII.     Long  Metre. 

The  apostles'  commission  ;  or,  The  gospel  attested  by 
miracles.    Mark  xvi.  15.  Matt- xxviii.  18,  &c.   " 

1  "  C^  °  pTeach  m?  gofPel>  faith  the  Lord, 
VJF     Bid  the  whole  earth  my  grace  receive. 

He  inall  be  fav'd  that  trails  my  word  -, 

He  fhall  be  damn'd  that  won't  believe. 
1  [I'll  make  your  great  commiffion  known, 

And  ye  mail  prove  my  gofpel  true, 

By  all  the  works  that  I  have  done,' 

By  all  the  wonders  ye  fhall  do. 

3  Go  heal  the  Tick,  go  raife  the  dead, 
Go  cart  out  devils  in  my  name ; 
Nor  let  my  prophets  be  afraid, 

Though  Greeks  reproach  and  Jews  blafpheme.] 

4  Teach  all  the  nations  my  commands, 
I'm  with  you  till  the  world  fhall  end  ; 
All  pow'r  is  trufted  in  my  hands, 

I  can  deftroy,   and  I  defend." 

.5  He  fpake,  and  light  fhone  round  his  head, 
On  a  bright  cloud  to  heav'n  he  rode ; 
They  to  the  farthefl  nations  fpread 
The  grace  of  their  afcended  God. 
I 


p8  Hymns    and 

HYMN    CXXIX.     Long  Metre. 

Submission  and  deliverance ;  or,  Abraham  offering 
his  son.     Gen.  xxii.  6,  &c. 

i    O  AINTS,  at  your  heav'nly  Father's  word, 
|5     Give  up  your  comforts  to  the  Lord  j 
He  mail  rellore  what  you  refign, 
Or  grant  you  bleflings  more  divine. 

1  So  Abraham,  with  obedient  hand, 
Led  forth  his  fon  at  God's  command ; 
The  wood,  the  fire*  the  knife  he  took, 
His  arm  prepar'd  the  dreadful  ftroke. 

3  "  Abrah'm  forbear,"  the  angel  cry'd, 

"  Thy  faith  is  known,  thy  love  is  try'd  j  t 

"  Thy  fon  mail  live,  and  in  thy  feed 

"  Shall  the  whole  earth  be  blefs'd  indeed." 

4  J  uft  in  the  lafl  diftreffing  hour 
The  Lord  difplays  dehVring  pow'r  \ 
The  mount  of  danger  is  the  place, 
Where  we  (hall  fee  furprifmg  grace. 

HYMN    CXXX.     Long  Metre. 

Love  and  hatred.     Phil  ii.  2.    Eph-  iv.  30,  &c. 

1  *^T  OW  by  the  bowels  of  my  God, 

j^      His  fharp  difhefs,  his  fore  complaints, 
By  his  laft  groans,  his  dying  blood, 
I  charge  my  foul  to  love  the  faints. 

2  Clamour,  and  wrath,  and  war  begone, 
Envy  and  fpite  for  ever  ceafe, 

Let  bittor  words  no  more  be  know 
Am  mr  the  faints,   the  fons  of  peace. 

3  The  Spirit,  like  a  peaceful  dove, 

Flies  from  the  realms  of  noife  and  flrife  ^ 


B.  I.         Spiritual  Songs.  99 

Why  mould  we  vex  and  grieve  his  love, 
Who  feals  our  fouls  to  heav'nly  life  ? 

4  Tender  and  kind  be  all  our  thoughts, 
Through  all  our  lives  let  mercy  run  : 
So  God  forgives  our  num'rous  faults 
For  the  dear  fake  of  Chrifl  his  Son. 

HYMN    CXXXI.     Long  Metre. 

The  Pharisee  and  the  publican.   Luke  xviii.  1  o,   &c. 

1  TTJ  EHOLD  how  finners  difagree, 
jLJ     The  publican  and  Pharifee  ; 
One  doth  his  righceoufnefs  proclaim, 
The  other  owns  his  guilt  and  fhame. 

2  This  man  at  humble  difcance  ftands, 
And  cries  for  grace  with  lifted  hands  j 
That  boldly  rifes  near  the  throne, 
And  talks  of  duties  he  has  done. 

3  The  Lord  their  difPrent  language  knows, 
And  difPrent  anfwers  he  bertows  ; 

The  humble  foul  with  grace  he  crowns, 
Whilft  on  the  proud  his  anger  frowns. 

4  Dear  Father,   let  me  never  be 
Join'd  with  the  boafting  Pharifee  ; 
I  have  no  merits  of  my  own, 

But  plead  the  fuff 'rings  of  thy  Son. 


■s 


HYMN    CXXXII.    Long  Metre, 

Holiness  and  grace.     Tit.  ii.  10,  13, 
O  let  our  lips  and  lives  exprefs 
The  holy  gofpel  we  profefs  ; 


So  let  our  works  and  virtue  fhine 
To  prove  the  do&rine  all  divine. 


ico  H  y  m  n  s    and  B.  I, 

2  Thus  (hall  we  beft  proclaim  abroad 
The  honours  of  our  Saviour  God, 
"When  his  falvation  reigns  within, 
And  grace  fubdues  the  pow'r  of  fin. 

3  Our  flefh  and  fenfe  muft  be  deny'd, 
Paflion  and  envy,  luft  and  pride  : 

While  juflice,  temp'rance,  truth,  and  love, 
Our  inward  piety  approve. 

4  Religion  bears  our  fpirits  up, 
While  we  expect  that  bleffed  hope, 
The  bright  appearance  of  the  Lord, 
And  faith  flands  leaning.cn  his  word. 

HYMN    CXXXIII.     Common  Metre. 

Love  and  Charity,      i  Cor.  xiii.   2, — 7,   13. 

1  E  T    Pharifees  of  high  efteem 
1   4     Their  faith  and  zeal  declare, 

All  their  religion  is  a  dream, 
If  love  be  wanting  there. 

2  Love  fufTers  long  with  patient  eye, 

Nor  is  provok'd  in  hafle, 

She  lets  the  prefent  inj'ry  die,  . 

And  long  forgets  the  paft. 

3  [Malice  and  rage,  thofe  fires  of  hell, 

She  quenches  with  her  tongue  ; 
Hopes  and  believes,  and  thinks  no  ill, 
ugh  fne  endures  the  wrong.] 

4  [She  ne'er  defires  nor  feeks  to  know 

The  fcandals  of  the  time  ; 
Nor  looks  with  pride  on  thofe  below, 
Nor  envies  thofe  that  climb.] 

5  She  lays  her  own  advantage  by, 

To  feek  her  neighbour's  good  : 


B.  I.         Spiritual  Songs.  i 

So  God's  own  Son  came  down  to  die, 
And  bought  our  lives  with  blood. 

6  Love  is  the  grace  that  keeps  her  pow'r 
In  all  the  realms  above  ; 
There  faith  and  hope  are  known  no  more, 
But  faints  for  ever  love. 

HYMN    CXXXIV.     Long  Metre. 

Religion  vain  without  love.      I    Cor.  xiii.    i,  2,  3 

1  T  TAD  I  the  tongue  of  Greeks  and  Jews, 
JljL      And  nobler  fpeech  than  angels  ufe, 
It  love  be  abfent,  I  am  found 

Like  tinkling  brafs,  an  empty  found. 

2  Were  I  infpir'd  to  preach  and  tell 
All  that  is  done  in  heav'n  and  hell ; 
Or  could  my  faith  the  world  remove, 
Still  I  am  nothing  without  love. 

3  Should  I  distribute  all  my  (lore 
To  feed  the  bowels  of  the  poor, 
Or  give  my  body  to  the  flame 

To  gain  a  martyr's  glorious  name ; 

4  If  love  to  God,  and  love  to  men, 
Be  abfent,  all  my  hopes  are  vain  ; 
Nor  tongues,  nor  gifts,  nor  fi'ry  zeal, 
The  works  of  love  can  e'er  fulfil. 

.     HYMN    CXXXV.     Long  Metre. 

The  love  of  Christ  shed  abroad  in  the  heart,     Eph. 
iii.    16,  &c. 

1    f^i  OME,  deareft  Lord,  defcend  and  dwell, 
\^    By  faith  and  love,  in  ev'ry  breaft  -? 

I  2 


102  Hymns  and  B.  I. 

Then  fhall  we  know,  and  tafte,  and  feel 
The  joys  that  cannot  be  exprefs'd. 

i  Come,  fill  our  hearts  with  inward  ftrength, 
Make  our  enlarged  fouls  poffefs, 
And  learn  the  height,  and  breadth,  and  length, 
Of  thine  unmeafurable  grace. 

3  Now  to  the  God  whofe  pow'r  can  do 
More  than  our  thoughts  or  wimes  know, 
Be  everlafting  honours  done 
By  all  the  church  through  Chrifl  his  Son. 

HYMN    CXXXVI.     Common  Metre. 

Sincerity  and  hypocrisy  ;    or,    Formality  in  worship. 
John  iv.   24.     Pfalm  cxxxix.   23,  24. 

1  dT^\  O  D  is  a  fpirit  juft  and  wife, 
VJX     He  fees  our  inmoft  mind  ; 
In  vain  to  heav'n  we  raife  our  cries, 

And  leave  our  fouls*  behind. . 

2  Nothing  but  truth  before  his  throne 

With  honour  can  appear  : 
The  painted  hypocrites  are  known 
Through  theMilguife  they  wear. 

3  Their  lifted  eyes  falute  the  Ikies, 

Their  bending  knees  the  ground  ; 
But  God  abhors  the  facrifice, 
Where  not  the  heart  is  found. 

4  Lord,  fearch  my  thoughts  and  try  my  ways, 

And  make  my  foul  fincere ; 
Then  fhall  1  ftand  before  thy  face, 
And  find  acceptance  there. 


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HYMN    CXXXVII.     Long  Metre. 

Salvation  by  grace  in  Christ.     2  Tim.  i.  9,   10. 

1  T^TOW  to  the  pow'r  of  God  fupreme, 
X^l      Be  everlafting  honours  giv'n, 
He  laves  from  hell,  (we  blefs  his  name,) 
He  calls  our  wand'ring  feet  to  heav'n. 

2  Not  for  our  duties  or  deferts, 
But  of  his  own  abundant  grace, 
He  works  falvation  in  our  hearts, 
And  forms  a  people  for  his  praife. 

3  'Twas  his  own  purpofe  that  begun 
To  refcue  rebels  doom'd  to  die  ; 
He  gave  us  grace  by  Chrifl  his  Son, 
Before  he  fpread  the  ftarry  fky. 

4  Jefus  the  Lord  appears  at  laft, 

And  makes  his  Father's  counfels  known  : 
Declares  the  great  tranfacldons  pafs'd, 
And  brings  immortal  bieflings  down. 

5  He  dies !  and  in  that  dreadful  night 
Did  all  the  pow'rs  of  hell  deftroy  ; 
Rifmg  he  brought  our  heav'n  to  light, 
And  took  pofTeffion  of  the  joy, 

HYMN    CXXXVIII.     Common  Metre. 

Saints  in  the  hands  of  Christ.     John  x.   28,  29, 

1  IT'IR.M  as  the  earth  thy  gofpel  ilands, 
Jl         My  Lord,  my  hope,  my  truft  5 

If  I  am  found  in  Jefus'  hands 
My  foul  can  ne'er  be  loft. 

2  His  honour  is  engag'd  to  fave 

The  meanefl  of  his  meep  j 


104  Hymns  and  B.  I. 

All  that  his  heav'nly  Father  gave, 
His  hands  fecurely  keep. 

3  Nor  death,  nor  hell,  fliall  e'er  remove 
His  fav' rites  from  his  bread  f 
In  the  dear  bofom  of  his  love 
They  miift  for  ever  reft. 

HYMN    CXXXIX.     Long  Metre. 

Hope  in  the  covenant ;    or,  God's  promise  and  truth 
unchangeable,     Heb.  vi.    17, — 19. 

1  T  T  OW  oft  hath  fin  and  Satan  ftrove 

X  A     To  rend  my  foul  from  thee,  my  God  ! 
But  everlafting  is  thy  love, 
And  Jefus  feals  it  with  his  blood. 

2  The  oath  and  promife  of  the  Lord 
Join  to  confirm  the  wond'rous  grace ; 
Eternal  pow'r  performs  the  word, 
And  nils  all  heav'n  with  endlefs  praife. 

3  Amidfl  temptations  fharp  and  long, 
My  foul  to  this  dear  refuge  flies ; 
Hope  is  my  anchor,  firm  and  ftrong, 
While  tempefts  blow,  and  billows  rife, 

4  The  gofpel  bears  my  fpirit  up 
A  faithful  and  unchanging  God 
Lays  the  foundation  for  my  hope, 
In  oaths,  and  promifes,  and  blood. 

HYMN    CXL.     Common  Metre. 

A  living  and  a  dead  faith ,  collected  from  several 
scriptures* 

\  TV  yf^STAKEN  fouls!  that  dream  of  heav'n, 


\ 


M 


And  make  their  empty  boaft 


B.I.  Spiritual  Songs,  105 

Of  inward  joys,  and  fins  forgiv'n, 
While  they  are  Haves  to  lufi. 

2  Vain  are  our  fancies,  airy  flights, 

If  faith  be  cold  and  dead  ; 

None  but  a  living  pow'r  unites 

To  Chrifl  the  living  head. 

3  'Tis  faith  that  changes  all  the  heart, 

'Tis  faith  that  works  by  love  ; 
That  bids  all  fmful  joys  depart, 
And  lifts  the  thoughts  above. 

4  'Tis  faith  that  conquers  earth  and  hell, 

By  a  celefiial  pow'r  ; 
This  is  the  grace  that  fhall  prevail 
In  the  decifive  hour. 

5  [Taith  mull  obey  her  Father's  will, 

As  well  as  trufl  his  grace  ; 
A  pard-'ning  God  is  jealous  flill, 
For  his  own  holinefs. 

6  When  from  the  curfe  he  fets  us  free, 

•  He  makes  our  natures  clean  ; 
Nor  would  he  fend  his  Son  to  be 
The  minifter  of  fin. 

7  His  Spirit  purifies  our  frame, 

And  feals  our  peace  with  God ; 
Jefus,  and  his  falvation,  came 
By  water  and  by  blood  j 

HYMN    CXLI.     Short  Metre. 

The  humiliation  and  exaltation  of  Christ.     Ifa.  Iiii.  i, 
— 5>  IO> — 12« 

1   "\"X7"*^  ^as  kek'ev'd  tny  wol"d, 
W     0r  tny  falvation  known  j 


106  Hymns    and  B.  I. 

Reveal  thine  arm,  almighty  Lord* 
And  glorify  thy  Son. 

2  The  Jews  efleem'd  him  here 

Too  mean  for  their  belief; 
Sorrows  his  chief  acquaintance  were, 
And  his  companion  grief. 

3  They  turn'd  their  eyes  away, 

And  treated  him  with  lcorn  ; 
But  'twas  their  grief  upon  him  lay, 
Their  forrows  he  has  borne. 

4  'Twas  for  the  ftubborn  Jews, 

And  Gentiles,  then  unknown, 
The  God  of  julHce  pleas' d  to  bruife 
His  befl  beloved  Son. 

5  "  But  Pll  prolong  his  days, 

And  make  his  Idngdom  Hand  ; 
My  pleafure,  faith  the  God  of  grace, 
Shall  profper  in  his  hand. 

6  [His  joyful  foul  mail  fee 

The  pur  chafe  of  his  pain, 
And  by  his  knowledge  juftify 
The  guilty  fons  of  men.] 

7  [Ten  thoufand  captive  Haves, 

Releas'd  from  death  and  fin, 
S  hall  quit  their  prifons  and  their  grave3, 
And  own  his  power  divine.] 

8  [Heav'n  mall  advance  my  Son 

To  joys  that  earth  deny'd  ; 
Who  faw  the  follies  men  had  done, 
And  bore  their  fins  and  dy'd."] 


B.  I.         Spiritual  Songs.  107 

HYMN    CXLII.     Short  Metre. 

The  fame.     Ifa.  liii.  65—9,-12, 

1  IKE  fheep  we  went  affray, 
ft  1   And  broke  the  fold  of  God, 

Laeii  wand' ring  in  a  different  way. 
But  all  the  downward  road. 

2  How  dreadful  was  the  hour, 

When  God  our  wand' rings  laid, 
And  did  at  once  his  vengeance  pour. 
Upon  the  Shepherd's  head  ! 

3  How  glorious  was  the  grace, 

When  Chrift  fuftain'd  the  ftroke  ! 
His  life  and  blood  the  Shepherd  pays 
A  ranfom  for  the  flock, 

4  His  honour  and  his  breath 

Were  taken  both  away  ; 
Join'd  with  the  wicked  in  his,  cjeath, 

And  made  as  vile  as  they. 

5  But  God  mail  raife  his  head 

O'er  all  the  fons  of  men  ; 
And  make  him  fee  a  numerous  feed 
To  recompence.  his  pain, 

6  «  I'll  give  hira5  faith  the  Lord, 

A  portion  with  the  ftrong  ; 
He  mail  poffefa  a  large  reward, 
And  hold  his  honours  long." 

HYMN   CXLIII.     Common  Metre. 

Characters  of  the  children  tf  God,  from  several 
scriptures. 
1    CO  new  born  babes  de-fire  the  breaft, 
kJ  To  feed,  and  grow  and  thrive ; 


ic8  Hymns   and  B.  X, 

So  faints  with  joy  the  gofpel  tafte. 
And  by  the  gofpel  live. 

2  [With  inward  guft  their  heart  approves 

All  that  the  word  relates  ; 
They  love  the  men  their  Father  loves, 
And  hate  the  work  he  hates.] 

3  [Not  all  the  flatt'ring  baits  on  earth, 

Can  make  them  Haves  to  lufl ; 
They  can't  forget  their  heav'nly  birth, 
ISIor  grovel  in  the  duft. 

4  Not  all  the  chains  that  tyrants  ufe, 

Shall  bind  their  fouls  to  vice : 
Faith,  like  a  conq'ror,  can  produce 
A  thoufand  victories.] 

5  [Grace,  like  an  uncorrupted  feed, 

Abides  and  reigns  within  ; 
Immortal  principles  forbid 
The  fons  of  God  to  fin.] 

6  [Not  by  the  terrors  of  a  Have 

Do  they  perform  his  will, 
But  with  the  nobleft  pow'rs  they  have 
His  fweet  commands  fulfil.]' 

7  They  find  accefs  at  ev'ry  hour 

To  God  within  the  veil ; 
Hence  they  derive  a  quick'ning  pow'r, 
And  joys  that  never  fail. 

8  O  happy  fouls !  O  glorious  ftate 

Of  ever-flowing  grace  ! 
To  dwell  fo  near  their  Father's  feat, 
And  fee  his  lovely  face  ! 

9  Lord,  I  addrefs  thy  heav'nly  throne : 

Call  me  a  child  of  thine  -y 


B.  I.         Spiritual  Songs.         109 

Send  down  the  Spirit  of  thy  Son 
To  form  my  heart  divine. 

1  o  There  fried  thy  choicer!  love  abroad, 
A  nd  make  my  comforts  ftrong  ; 
Then  mail  I  fay,  My  Father,  God, 
With  an  unwav'ring  tongue. 

HYMN   CXLIV.     Common  Metre. 

The  witnessing  and  sealing  Spirit.     Rom.  viii.   14, 
,  16.     Eph.  i.  13,  14. 

1  "\7S7"H  Y  fh°uId  the  c}lMYen  of  a  ^ng 

V  V     Go  mourning  ail  their  days  ? 
Great  Comforter,  defcend,  and  brincr 
Some  tokens  of  thy  grace. 

2  Doft  thou  not  dwell  in  all  the  faints, 

And  feal  the  heirs  of  heav'n  ? 
When  wilt  thou  banifh  my  complaints, 
And  mew  my  fins  forgiv'n  ? 

3  AfTure  my  confcience  of  her  part 

In  the  Redeemer's  blood  5 
-And  bear  thy  witnefs  with  my  heart, 
That  I  am  born  of  God- 

4  Thou  art  the  earned  of  his  love, 

The  pledge  of  joys  to  come;' 
And  thy  foft  wings,  celeftial  Dove, 
Will  fafe  convey  me  home. 

HYMN    CXLV.     Common  Metre. 

Christ  and  Aaron,  taken  from  Heb.  vif.  and  ix. 

JESUS,  in  thee  our  eyes  behold 
A  thoufand  glories  more, 
K 


no  H  y  m  n  s   and  B.  I, 

Than  the  rich  gems  and  polifh'd  gold, 
The  fons  of  Aaron  wore. 

2  They  firft  their  own  burnt  off*  rings  brought, 

To  purge  themfelves  from  fin ; 
Thy  life  was  pure  without  a  fpot, 
And  all  thy  nature  clean. 

3  [Frefh  blood,  as  conftant  as  the  day, 

Was  on  their  altar  fpilt : 
But  thy  one  off* ring  takes  away 
For  ever  all  our  guilt.] 

4  [Their  priefthood  ran  through  fev'ral  hands, 

For  mortal  was  their  race  ; 
Thy  never  changing  office  (lands, 
Eternal  as  thy  days.] 

5  [Once  in  the  circuit  of  a  year, 

With  blood,  but  not  his  own, 
Aaron  within  the  vail  appears 
Before  the  golden  throne. 

6  But  Chrifl,  by  his  own  pow'rful  blood, 

Afcends  above  the  fkies, 
And  in  the  prefence  of  our  God, 
Shows  his  own  facrifice.] 

j  [ Jefus,  the  King  of  glory,  reigns 
On  Sion's  heav'nly  hill ; 
Looks  like  a  Lamb  that  has  been  flain, 
And  wears  his  priefthood  (till. 

8  He  ever  lives  to  intercede 
Before  his  Father's  face  : 
Give  him,  my  foul,  thy  caufe  to  plead, 
Nor  doubt  the  Father's. grace.] 


B.  I.         Spiritual    Songs.  hi 

HYMN    CXLVI.     Long  Metre. 

Characters  of  Christ  borrowed  from  inanimate  thivgs 
in  scripture. 

i  Yf^\  O  worfhip  at  ImmanuePs  feet, 

\y     See  in  his  face  what  wonders  meet ! 
Earth  is  too  narrow  to  exprefs 
His  worth,  his  glory,  or  his  grace.] 

2  [The  whole  creation  can  afford 
But  fome  faint  fhadows  of  my  Lord  ; 
Nature,  to  make  his  beauties  known, 

Muft  mingle  colours  not  her  own.]  / 

3  [Is  he  compar'd  to  wine  or  bread  ? 
Dear  Lord,  our  fouls  would  thus  be  fed  : 
That  flefh,  that  dying  blood  of  thine, 

Is  bread  of  life,  is  heav'nly  wine.] 

4  [Is  he  a  tree  ?  The  world  receives 
Salvation  from  his  healing  leaves  ; 

That  righteous  branch,  that  fruitful  bough, 
Is  David's  root,  and  offspring  too.] 

5  [Is  he  a  rofe  ?  Not  Sharon  yields 
Such  fragrancy  in  all  her  fields  : 
Or  if  the  lily  he  aflume, 

The  valiies  blefs  the  rich  perfume.] 

6  Is  he  a  vine  ?  His  heav'nly  root 
Supplies  the  boughs  with  life  and  fruit : 
O  let  a  lading  union  join 

My  foul  to.  Chrifl  the  living  vine  ! 

7  [Is  he  the  head  ?  Each  member  lives. 
And  owns  the  vital  pow'rs  he  gives ; 
The  faints  below,  and  faints  above, 
Joui'd  by  his  Spirit  and  his  love.] 


112  Hymn  s    and  B.  I 

8  f!1ta1fo"ntain?  There  l  bathe, 
And  heal  the  plague  of  f^n  and  death: 
1  hefe  waters  all  my  foul  renew 
And  cleanfe  my  fpotted  garments  too.] 
9  [Is  fie >a  fire  ?  He'll  purge  my  drofi  :  ' 
But  the  pure  gold  fuftains  no  Us; 
-Like  a  refiner  mall  he  fit, 
And  tread  the  refufe  with  his  feet.] 
io  [Is  he  a  rock  ?  How  firm  he  proves  ! 
1  he  rock  of  ages  never  moves : 
Yet  thefweet  dreams  that  from  him  flow 
*  Attend  us  all  the  defart  through.] 

1 1  [Is  he  a  way  ?  He  leads  to  Cod, 
ihe  path  is  drawn  in  lines  of  blood  ; 

There  would  I  walk,  with  hope  and  zeal, 
I  ill  I  arrive  at  Sioris  hill.] 

12  [Is  he  a  door?  I'll  enter  in  • 
Behold  the  pall ures  large  and  green ; 
A  paradife  divinely  fair, 

None  but  the  fheep  have  freedom  there.] 
*3  [Is  he  defign'd  a  corner-done, 

For  men  to  build  their  heav'n  upon  ? 
1 11  make  him  my  foundation  too, 
Nor  fear  the  plots  of  hell  below.] 

14  [Is  he  a  temple?  I  adore 

Th'  indwelling  majefty  and  pow'r  : 
And  flill  to  his  mod  holy  place, 
Whene'er  I  pray,  I  turn  my  face.] 

15  [Is  he  a  ftar  ?  He  breaks  the  night 
Piercing  the  fhades  with  dawning  light  • 
I  know  his  glories  from  afar, 
I  know  the  bright,  the  morning  .ftar.] 


B.  I,         Spiritual   Songs.  113 

1 6  [Is  he  a  fun  ?  his  beams  are  grace, 
His  courfe  is  joy  and  righteoufnefs  : 
Nations  rejoice  when  he  appears 

To  chafe  their  clouds  and  dry  their  tears.] 

17  [O  let  me  climb  thofe  higher  ikies, 
Where  dorms  and  darknefs  never  rife ; 
There  he  difplays  his  powers  abroad, 

And  mines  and  reigns  the  incarnate  God.] 

1 8  Nor  earth,  nor  feas,  nor  fun,  nor  liars, 
Nor  heav'n,  his  full  refemblance  bears  ; 
His  beauties  we  can  never  trace, 

'Till  we  behold  him  face  to  face. 

HYMN    CXLVII.     Long  Metre. 

The  names  and  titles  of"  Christ  from  several  scrip- 
tures. 

1  ['HjniS  from  the  treafure  of  his  word 

JL       I  borrow  titles  for  my  Lord ; 
Nor  art,  nor  nature,  can  fupply 
Sufficient  forms  of  majefty. 

2  Bright  image  of  the  Father's  face, 
Shining  with  undiminifh'd  rays ; 
Th'  eternal  God's  eternal  Son, 

The  heir  and  partner  of  his  throne.] 

3  The  King  of  kings,  the  Lord  mod  high, 
Writes  his  own  name  upon  his  thigh,° 
He  wears  a  garment  dipt  in  b!ood,° 
And  breaks  the  nations  with  his  rod. 

4  Where  grace  can'  neither  melt  nor  move, 
The  Lamb  refents  his  injur'd  love, 
Awakes  his  wrath  without  delay, 

And  Judah's  lion  tears  the  prey, 
K  2         •' 


1 14  Hymn  s   and  B.  I, 

5  But  when  for  works  of  peace  he  comes, 
What  winning  titles  he  aflumes  ! 
" =  Light  of  the  world,  and  life  of  men  :" 
Nor  bears  thole  characters  in  vain. 

6  With  tender  pity  in  his  heart, 
He  acls  the  Mediator's  part ; 
A  friend  and  brother  he  appears, 
And  well  fulfils  the  name  he  bears. 

7  At  length  the  Judge  his  throne  afcends, 
Divides  the  rebels  from  his  friends, 
And  faints  in  full  fruition  prove 
His  rich  variety  of  love. 

HYMN    CXLVHI.     Particular  Metre. 
The  fame  as  the  cxlviiith  Pfalm. 

1  E\X  jTITH cheerful  voice  X  fm8 

VV     The  titles  of  my  Lord, 
And  borrow  all  the  nai 
Of  honour  from  his  word  : 

Nature  and  art 

Can  ne'er  fupply 

Sufficient  forms 

Of  majefty. 

2  In  Jefus  we  behold 
His  Father's  glorious  face, 
Shining  for  ever  bright 
With  mild  and  lovely  rays  : 

Th'  eternal  God's 
Eternal  Son 
Inherits  and 
Partakes  the  throne.] 

3  The  fov'reign  King  of  kings, 
The  Lord  of  Lords  moft  high, 


B.  I.         Spiritual   Songs,  11* 


u 


Writes  his  own  name  upon 
His  garment  and  his  thigh. 

His  name  is  called 

"  The  Word  of  God," 

He  rules  the  earth 

With  iron  rod. 

Where  promifes  and  grace 
Can  neither  melt  nor  move, 
The  angry  Lamb  refents 
Th'  injuries  of  his  love  j 

Awakes  his  wrath 

Without  delay, 

As  lions  roar, 

And  tear  the  prey. 

But  when  for  works  of  peace 
The  great  Redeemer  comes, 
What  gentle  characters, 
What  titles  he  ailumes ! 

cc  Light  of  the  world, 

And  life  of  men  ;5' 

Nor  will  he  bear 

Thofe  names  in  vain. 

Immenfe  companion  reigns 
In  our  ImmanueFs  heart, 
When  he  defcends  to  act 
A  Mediator's  part. 

He  is  a  friend, 

And  brother  too ; 

Divinely  kind 

Divinely  true. 

At  length  the  Lord,  the  Judge, 
His  awful  throne  afcends, 
And  drives  the  rebels  far. 
From  favourites  and  friends. 


u6 


Hymns  and  b.  I. 


Then  foal]  the  faints 
Completely  prove 

The  heights  and  depths 
Of  all  his  love. 

HYMN   CXLIX.    Long  Metre. 

,   Ynif7  f  Cbrhtf''0m  smI  "rifa"' 
T°if  f  *e  names  of  love  and  pow'r, 

All  2 ?  6Ver  mCn  °r  a"gds  boref        ' 

indfefT0meant,?fpeakhisW0^ 
And  let  Immanael's  glory  forth. 

2  T^ut'  °  whatcondefcendin*  ways 
He  takes  to  teach  his  heav'nly  grace  I 
%  eyes  w,th  joy  and  wonder  fee      ' 
Whatformsoflovehebearstome 

3  C5!  ,Angd  °f  the  cov'n^t  ftands 
JVi  h  Ins  commiffion  in  his  hands    ' 

Sent  from  his  Father's  milder  th 'one 
To  make  the  great  falvation  known  1 

4  [Great  Prophet!  let  me  blefs  thy  name  • 
%  thee  the  joyful  tidings  came  J  * 
Or  wrath  appeas'd,  of  fms  forpiv>n 

Of  Ml  fubdu'd,  and  peace  witf&n.-, 

5  [My  bright  example  and  mv  guide 

Iwouldbewalldngnearthyifde     ' 
y  let  me  never  run  aftray 
Nor  follow  the  forbidden  way ! 

6  I  love  my  Shepherd,  he  mall  keep 
£y  wand'nng  foul  amonglt  his  fteep  • 

An  redl-hl  fl,°cks'  he  caIls  'heir  nlmes 
Ana  in  his  bofom  bears  the  lambs  J       ' 


B.I.         Spiritual  Songs.  117 

7  [My  Surety  undertakes  my  caufe, 
Anfw'ring  his  Father's  broken  laws : 
Behold  my  foul  at  freedom  fet, 

My  Surety  paid  the  dreadful  debt.]. 

8  [Jefus,  my  great  High  Priefl,  has  dy'd, 
I  feek  no  facrifice  befide  : 

His  blood  did  once  for  all  atone. 
And  now  it  pleads  before  the  throne] 

9  [Vly  Advocate  appears  on  high, 
The  Father  lays  his  thunder  by  ; 
Not  all  that  earth  or  hell  can  fay 
Shall  turn  my  Father's  heart  away.] 

10  [My  Lord,  my  Conq'ror,  and  my  King, 
Thy  fceptre,  and  thy  fword  I  fing  ; 
Thine  is  the  vicVry,  and  I  fit 

A  joyful  fubjecl  at  thy  feet.] 

1 1  [Afpire,  my  foul,  to  glorious  deeds. 
The  Captain  of  falvation  leads : 
March  on,**  nor  fear  to  win  the  day, 
Though  death  and  hell  obfirud  the  way.] 

1 3  [Should  death  and  hell  and  pow'rs  unknown, 
Put  all  their  forms  of  mifchief  on  ; 
I  mail  be  fafe  ;  for  Chriit  difplays 
Salvation  in  more  fov'reign  ways*] 

HYMN    CL.      Particular  Metre. 

The  fame  as  the  cxlviikh  Pfalm. 

1     I*  OIN  all  the  glorious  names 
J    Of  v/ifdom,  love,  and  pow'r, 
That  ever  mortals  knew, 
That  angels  ever  bore  : 


A 


n8  Hymns    and  B.  I, 

• 
All  are  too  mean 
To  fpeak  his  worth, 
Too  mean  to  fet 
My  Saviour  forth. 

2  But,  O  what  gentle  terms, 
What  condefcending  ways, 
Doth  our  Redeemer  ufe, 
To  teach  his  heav'nly  grace ! 

Mine  eyes  with  joy 

And  wonder  fee 

What  forms  of  love 

He  bears  to  me. 

5  [Array'd'in  mortal  flefh, 
He  like  an  angel  ftands, 
And  holds  the  promifes 
And  pardons  in  his  hands, 

Commiffion'd  from 

His  Father's  throne, 

To  make  his  grace  • 

To  mortals  known- J 

.  [Great  Prophet  of  my  God 
My  tongue  would  blefs  thy  name  ; 
By  thee  the  joyful  news 
Of  our  falvation  came  ; 

The  joyful  news 

Of  fins  forgiv  n, 

Of  hell  fubdu'd, 

And  peace  with  hepv'n] 

[Be  thou  my  counfellor, 
My  pattern  and  my  guide  ; 
And  through  this  defart  land 
Still  keep  me  near  thy  fide. 

O  let  my  feet 

Ne'er  run  affray, 


B.I.         Spiritual  Songs.  118 

Nor  rove,  nor  feek 
The  crooked  way !] 

6  [I  love  my  fhepherd's  voice, 
His  watchful  eye  mall  keep 
My  wand'ring  foul  among 
The  thoufands  of  his  fheep  : 

He  feeds  his  flock, 
He  calls  their  names, 
His  bofom  bears 
The  tender  lambs.] 

7  [To  this  dear  Surety's  hand 
Will  I  commit  my  caufe  ; 
He  anfwers  and  fulfils 

His  Father's  broken  laws. 
Behold  my  foul 
At  freedom  fet ! 
My  Surety  paid 
The  dreadful  debt.] 

8  [Jefus,  my  great  High  Prieil  \ 
Offer'd  his  blood,  and  dy'd ; 
My  guilty  confcience  feeks 
No  facriiice  befide. 

His  pow'rful  blood 
Did  once  atone ; 
And  now  it  pleads 
Before  the  throne.] 

9  [My  advocate  appears 
For  my  defence  on  high  ; 
The  Father  bows  his  ears 
.And  lays  his  thunder  by. 

Not  all  that  hell 
Or  fin  can  fay, 
Shall  turn  his  hearf, 
His  love  away.] 


H  y  m  n  s  and  B.  J 


io  [My  dear  Ahrrirhty  Lord, 
My  cooqr#r,  and  my  king; 
Thy  fceptre  and  thy  fwofdj 
Thy  reigning  grace,  I  ling. 
Thine  is  rhe  pow'r; 
Behold  I  fit 
In  willing  bonds 
Beneath  thy  feet.  J 
ii  [Now  let  my  foul  arife, 
And  tread  the  tempter  down  ; 
My  Captain  leads  me  forth 
To  conqueft  and  a  crown. 
A  feeble  faint 
Shall  win  the  day, 
Though  death  and  hell 
Obftruct  the  way.] 

12  [Should  all  the  hofts  of  death, 
And  pow'rs  of  hell  unknown, 
Put  their  moft  dreadful  forms 
Of  rage  and  mifchief  on  : 

I  mall  be  fafe, 

For  Chrift  difplays 

Superior  pow'r 

And  guardian  grace.] 


END    OF    THE    FIRST    BOOK. 


HYMNS 


AND 


SPIRITUAL     SONGS. 


BOOK    II. 


COMPOSED   ON  DIVINE   SUBJECTS. 


HYMN    I.     Long  Metre. 

A  song  of  praise  to  God. 

i  "^TATURE,  with  all  her  pow'r,  fliall  ling, 
X^j       God  the  Creator,  and  the  King ; 
Nor  air,  nor  earth,  nor  fkies,  nor  feas, 
Deny  rhe  tribute  of  their  praife. 

2  [Begin  to  make  his- glories  known, 
Ye  feraph  ,  that  fit  near  his  throne ; 

Tune  your  harps  high,  and  fpread  the  found, 
To  the  creations  utmofl  bound.] 

3  [All  mortal  things  of  meaner  frame, 
Exert  your  force,  and  own  his  name  ; 
Whilft  with  our  fouls,  and  with  our  voice, 
We  fing  his  honours,  and  our  joys.] 

4  [To  him  be  facred  all  we  have, 
From  the  young  cradle  to  the  grave ; 
Our  lips  mail  his  loud  wonders  tell, 
And  every  word  a  miracle. 

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132  Hymns  and  B.  II. 

5  [Thefe  Weftern  fhores,  our  native  land, 
Lie  fafe  in  the  Almighty's  hand ; 

Our  foes  of  vi&'ry  dream  in  vain, 
And  wear  the  captivating  chain.] 

6  [Raife  monumental  praifes  high 

To  him  that  thunders  through  the  fky, 
A  nd,  with  an  awful  nod  or  frown, 
Shakes  an  afpiring  tyrant  down,  ] 

7  [Pillars  of  lading  brafs  proclaim 

1  he  triumphs  of  th'  eternal  Name ; 
While  trembling  nations  read  from  far 
The  honours  of  the  God  of  war.] 

8  hus  let  our  flaming  zeal  employ 

Our  loftieft  thoughts,  and  loudeft  fongs  ; 
Let  there  be  fung,  with  warmed  joy, 
Hofanna  from  ten  thoufand  tongues. 

9  Yet,  mighty  God,  our  feeble  frame, 
Attempts  in  vain  to  reach  thy  name ; 
1  he  ftrongeft  notes  that  angels  raife, 
Faint  in  the  worfhip  and  the  praife. 

HYMN  II.     Common  Metre. 

The  death  of  a  sinner, 

1  Tk'TTY  thoughts  on  awful  fubjefls  roll j 

JL VJL     Damnation  and  the  dead  ; 
What  horrors  feize  the  guilty  ioui 
Upon  a  dying  bed. 

2  Lingering  about  thefe  mortal  ihores, 

She  makes  a  long  delay, 
'Till,  like  a  flood  with  rapid  force, 

Death  fweeps  the  wretch  away. 


B.  II.         Spiritual  Songs.  123 

3  Then,  fwift  and  dreadful,  flie  defcends 

Down  to  the  fVry  coaft, 

Amongft  abominable  fiends, 

Herfelf  a  frighted  ghoft. 

4  There  endlefs  crouds  of  finners  lie, 

And  darknefs  makes  their  chains : 
Tortur'd  with  keen  defpair  they  cry, 
Yet  wait  for  fiercer  pains. 

5  Not  all  their  anguifh  and  their  blood 

For  their  own  guilt  atones, 
Nor  the  companion  of  a  God 
Shall  hearken  to  their  groans. 

6  Amazing  grace,  that  kept  my  breath, 

Nor  bid  my  foul  remove, 
•Till  I  had  learn'd  my  Saviour's  death, 
And  well  infur'd  his  love ! 

HYMN    III.      Common  Metre. 

The  death  and  burial  of  a  saint. 

1  ~WT^  do  we  mourn  dePartmg  friers  ? 

YY      Or  make  at  death's  alarms  ? 
'Tis  but  the  voice  that  Jefus  fends 
To  call  them  to  his  arms. 

2  Are  we  not  tending  upward  too, 

As  fafl  as  time  can  move  ? 
Nor  would  we  wifh  the  hours  more  flow 
To  keep  us  from  our  love. 

3  Why  mould  we  tremble  to  convey 

Their  bodies  to  the  tomb  ? 
There  the  dear  flefh  of  Jefus  lay, 
And  left  along  perfume. 

4  The  graves  of  all  the  faints  he  blefs'd, 

And  foften'd  ev'ry  bed : 


*24  Hymns    and  B.  II. 

Where  mould  the  dying  members  reft, 
-but  with  the  dying  Head  ? 

5  Thence  he  arofe,  afcended  high 

And  fhow'd  our  feet  the  way': 
Up  to  the  Lord  our  flefli  ihall  fly, 
At  the  great  rifing  day. 

6  Then  let  the  laft  loud  trumpet  found, 

And  bid  our  kindred  rife  ; 
Awake,  ye  nations  under  ground 
Ye  faints,  afcend  the  ikies. 

HYMN  IV.      Long  Metre. 
Salvation  in  the  cross. 

1  HF1^' at  thy  crofs>  mY  dy'mg  God, 

JL  A     I  lay  my  foul  beneath  thy  love, 
Beneath  the  droppings  of  thy  blood, 
Jeius,  nor  mall  it  e'er  remove. 

2  Not  all  that  tyrants  think  or  fav 
With  rage  and  lightning  in  their  eyes  ; 
Nor  hell ,ftal  fright  my  heart  away , 
ohould  hell  with  all  its  legions  rife. 

3  Should  worlds  confpire  to  drive  me  thence 
Movelefs  and  firm  this  heart  mould  lie  ;     ' 
Refolv  d,  (for  that's  my  lafl  defence,) 

u  1  mult  penfh,  there  to  die. 

4  Butfpeak,  my  Lord,  and  calm  my  fear  • 
Am  I  not  fafe  beneath  thy  made  ? 

Thy  vengeance  will  not  ftrike  me  here 
Nor  Satan  dare  my  foul  invade. 
>   Yes,  I'm  fecure  beneath  thy  blood, 
And  all  my  foes  mall  lofe  their  aim ; 


B.  II.         Spiritual   Songs.  125 

Hofanna  to  my  dying  God, 
And  my  belt  honours  to  his  name. 

HYMN    V.     Long  Metre. 

Longing  to  praise  Christ  better. 

1  T     ORD,  when  my  thoughts  with  wonder  roll 

_j     O'er  the  fharp  forrows  of  thy  foul, 
Ana  read  my  Maker's  broken  laws, 
Repair'd  and  honour' d  by  the  crofs  : 

2  When  I  behold  death,  hell,  and  fin, 
Vanquifh'd  by  that  dear  bjood  of  thine. 
And  fee  the  man  that  groan'd  and  dy'd, 
Sit  glorious  by  his  Father's  fide  : 

3  My  paflions  rife  and  foar  above, 

Fm  wing'd  with  faith,  and  fir'd  with  love  : 
Fain  would  I  reach  eternal  things, 
And  learn  the  notes  that  Gabriel  fings. 

4  But  my  heart  fails,  my  tongue  complains 
For  want  of  their  immortal  ftrains  : 
And  in  fuch  humble  notes  as  thefe 
Mufl:  fall  below  thy  victories. 

5  Well,  the  kind  minute  mufl:  appear, 
When  we  fhall  leave  thefe  bodies  here ; 
Thefe  clogs  of  clay,  and  mount  on  high* 
To  join  the  fongs  above  the  Iky. 

HYMN  VI.     Common  Metre. 

A  Morning  Song- 
1   /^V"TCE  more,  my  foul,  the  rifmg  day, 
V^/     Salutes  thy  waking  eyes  : 
Once  more,  my  voice,  thy  tribute  pay 
To  him  that  rolls  the  ikies. 
L  2 


"l26  Hy  m  n  s  and 

2   VW  unt0  n%ht  hi*  name  repeats,     * 
1  he  day  renews  the  found, 
Wide  as  the  heav'n  on  which  he  fits 
io  turn  the  feafons  round. 

3  ,TlS/rhe  fuPPorts  my  mortal  frame, 

My  tongue  mall  fpeak  his  praife ; 
My  /uis  would  roufe  his  wrath  to  flame, 
And  yet  his  wrath  delays. 

4  [On  a  poor  worm  thy  pow'r  might  tread, 

And  I  could  ne'er  with/land  ; 
Thy  juftice  might  have  crufh'd  me  dead, 
•But  mercy  held  thine  hand. 

5  A  thoufand  wretched  fouls  are  fled 

Since  the  laft  letting  fun, 
And  yet  thou  length  neft  out  my  thread, 
And  yet  my  moments  run.] 

6  D  ™iS  Iet  a11  my  hours  be  ^ine, 

Whilft  I  enjoy  the  light ; 

Then  mail  my  fun  in  fmiles  decline. 
And  bring  a  pleafant  night. 

HYMN   VII.     Common  Metre. 

An  Evening  Song. 

DRE  AD  Sovereign,  let  my  evening  W 
Like  holy  mcenfe  rife  ;  b 

Aiiift  the  off 'rings  of  my  tongue 

To  reach  the  lofty  ikies. 
Through  all  the  dangers  of  the  day, 

1  hy  hand  was  Hill  my  guard  ; 
And  (till  to  drive  my  wants  away 
Thy  mercy  flood  prepar'd. 


B.  II. 


B.  II.  Spiritual  Songs.  127 

3  Perpetual  bleffings  from  above 

Incompafs  me  around : 
But  O,  how  few  returns  of  love. 
Hath  my  Creator  found  ! 

4  What  have  I  done  for  him  that  dy'd 

To  fave  my  wretched  foul  ? 
How  have  my  follies  multiply'd, 
Fail  as  the  minutes  roll  ? 

5  Lord,  with  this  guilty  heart  of  mine 

To,  thy  dear  crofs  I  flee, 
And  to  thy  grace  my  foul  refign, 
To  be  renew'd  by  thee; 

6  Sprinkled  afrefh  with  pard'ning  blood, 

I  lay  me  down  to  reft, 
As  in  th'  embraces  of  my  God, 
Or  on  my  Saviour's  bread. 

HYMN    VIII.     Common  Metre. 

A  Hymn  for  Morning  or  Evening. 

1  T  T  3SANNA,  with  a  cheerful  found, 
jTi     To  God's  upholding  hand  ! 

1  en  thoufand  mares  attend  us  round, 
And  yet  fecure  we  Hand. 

2  That  was  a  mod  amazing  pow'r 

That  rais'd  us  with  a  word, 
And  ev'ry  day,  and  ev'ry  hour, 
"We  lean  upon  the  Lord. 

3  The  ev'ning  refts  our  weary  head, 

And  angels  guard  the  room  ; 
We,  wake  and  we  admire  the  bed 
That  was  not  made  our  tomb. 


^8  Hymns    and  B.  II. 

4  The  rifing  morn  can't  affure 

That  we  fliall  end  the  day  ! 
For  death  flands  ready  at  the  door, 
i  o  ieize  our  lives  away. 

5  Our  breath  is  forfeited  by  fin 

To  God's  revenging  law  ; 
We  own  thy  grace,  immortal  King, 
Inev'rygaib  we  draw. 
6"  God  is  our  fun,  whofe  daily  light 
Our  joy  and  fafety  brings; 
Our  feeble  flefh  lies  fafe  aFnight 
Beneath  his  fhady  wings. 

HYMN    IX.     Common  Metre. 
Godly  sorrow  arising  frm  the  sufferings  of  ^ 

1  A    a  J  A-?d  dtd  m^  Saviour bI<*" ! 
ta/u  1    j    d  my  Sov'reign  die! 
Would  he  devote  that  facred  head 

■for  fuch  a  worm  as  I? 

2  CTSf0Kdy^ain'fweetJef«s,  thine, 

^ndbath'dm  its  own  blood, 
^h.le  al  expos'd  to  wrath  divine, 
lhe  glonous  fuff'rer  flood  !] 
?  Was  it  for  crimes  that  I  had  done 
tie  groan'd  upon  the  tree  ? 
Amazing  pity!  grace  unknown  ' 
And  love  beyond  degree ! 

*  WtAht  te  fT  in  darknefs  hide, 
And  ftut  his  glories  in, 

Far        d'  Ihe  mi8hfy  Mak^  dy'd 
For  man,  the  creature's  fm.       7 


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5  Thus  might  I  hide  my  blufhing  face, 

While  his  dear  crofs  appears, 

Diflbive  my  heart  in  thankfulnefs, 

And  melt  mine  eyes  in  tears. 

6  But  drops  of  tears  can  ne'er  repay 

The  debt  of  love  I  owe ; 
Here,  Lord,  I  give  myfelf  away, 
'Tis  all  that  I  can  do. 

HYMN    X.     Common  Metre. 

Parting  with  carnal  jays- 
r  -m/TY  foul  forfakes  her  vain  delight, 

bale  us  the  dirt  beneath  my  feet, 
And  mifchievous  as  hell 

2  No  longer  will  I  afk  your  Jove, 

Nor  feek  your  friendfhip  more  * 
The  happinefs  that  I  approve 
Lies  not  within  your  pow'r. 

3  There's  nothing  round  this  fpacious  earth 

That  fuits  my  large  defire  ^ 

To  boundlefs  joy  and  folid  mirth 

My  nobler  thoughts  afpire. 

4  [  Where  pleafure  rolls  its  living  flood, 

From  fin  and  drofs  refin'd, 
Still  fpringing  from  the  throne  of  God, 
And  fit  t#t  cheer  the  mind. 

5  Th'  Almighty  Ruler  of  the  fphere, 

The  glorious  and  the  great, 
Brings  his  own  All-fufficience  there, 
To  make  our  blifs  complete.] 


13°  Hymns  and 

8  Had  I  the  pinions  of  a  dove 
I'd  climb  the  heav'nlyroa'd: 
There  fits  my  Saviour,  drert  in  love, 
And  there  my  finding  God. 

HYMN    XI.     Long  Metre. 

The  fame. 
1   T  SEND  the  joys  of  earth  away: 
M.   Away,  ye  tempters  of  the  mind, 
*alfe  as  tnefmooth  deceitful fea, 
And  empty  as  the  whittling  wind. 
2  Your  format  were  floating  me  along, 

?T  l°^e  &&  of"  "**  defpair, 
AndwhdftIlilten'dtoyourfongP, 
Your  flreams  had  e'en  convey'd  me  there. 

3  Lord,  I  adore  thy  matchlefs  grace 

i  hat  warn'd  me  of  that  dark  abyfs : 

1  hat  drew  me  from  thofe  treacherous  fea,, 

And  bid  me  feek  fuperior  blifs. 

4  Now  to  the  fldning  realms  above, 

I  ftretch  my  hands  and  glance  my  eyes  : 

0  for  the  pinions  of  a  dove,  " 

1  o  bear  me  to  the  upper  Ikies ! 

5  There,  from  the  bofom  of  my  God 
Oceans  of  endlefs  pleafure  roll  • 
There  would  I  fix  my  laft  abode, 
And  drown  .the  forrows  of  my  foul. 

HYMN    XII.     Common  Metre. 
Chrut%Jhe  substance  of  the  Levitical  priesthood. 

1    T^™6  MefEah  now  aPP«rs, 
X     1  he  types  are  all  withdrawn ; 


B.  II. 


B.  II.         Spiritual  Songs.  131 

So  fly  the  fhadows  and  the  flars 
Before  the  fifing  dawn- 

2  No  fmoking  fweets,  nor  bleeding  lambs, 

Nor  kid,  nor  bullock  flain  : 
Incenfe  and  fpice,  of  coftly  names, 
Would  all  be  burnt  m  vain. 

3  Aaron  muff  lay  his  robes  away, 

His  mitre  and  his  veil, 
When  God  himfelf  comes  down  to  be 
The  ofPring  and  the  pried. 

4  He  took  our  mortal  fleih  to  mow 

The  wonders  of  his  love  ; 
For  us  he  paid  his  life  below, 
And  prays  for  us  above. 

5  Father  he  cries,  forgive  their  fins, 

For  I  myielf  have  dy'd  ; 
And  then  he  mows  his  open'd  veins, 
And  pleads  his  wounded  fide. 

HYMN    XIII.    Long  Metre, 

The  creation,  preservation,  dissolution,  and  restoration 
of  this  world* 

1  O  ING  to  the  Lord,  that  built  the  ikies, 
£3    1  ^s  Lord  that  rear 'd  this  fiately  frame  ; 
Let  all  the  nations  found  his  praife, 

And  lands  unknown  repeat  his  name. 

2  He  form'd  the  feas,  and  form'd  the  hills, 
Made  ev'ry  drop,  and  ev'ry  duft, 
Nature  and  time,  with  all  their  wheels, 
And  put  them  into  motion  firft. 

3  Now,  from  his  high  imperial  throne, 
He  looks  far  down  upon  the  fpheres, 


132  Hymns  and  B.  II 

He  bids  the  fhining  orbs  roll  on, 
And  round  he  turns  the  hafty  years. 

4  1  hus  (hall  this  moving  engine  laft 
'Till  all  his  faints  are  gather'd  in, 
Then  for  the  trumpet's  dreadful  blaft 
To  make  it  all  to  duft  again. 

5  Yet  when  the  found  mail  tear  the  fkies, 
And  lightning  burn  the  globe  below, 
Saints,  you  may  lift  your  joyful  eyes, 
There's  a  new  heav'n  and  earth  for  you, 

HYMN   XIV.      Short  Metre. 
The  Lord's  day  ;  or,  Delight  in  ordinances- 

1  TX  jTELCOME,  fweet  day  of  r^, 

V  V     That  faw  the  Lord  arife  ; 
Welcome  to  this  reviving  breaft, 
And  thefe  rejoicing  eyes  ! 

2  The  King  himfelf  comes  near, 

And  feafts  his  faints  to-day  ; 
Here  we  may  fit  and  fee  him  here, 
And  love,  and  praife,  and  pray. 

3  One  day  amidft  the  place 

Where  my  dear  God  hath  been, 
Is  fweeter  than  ten  thoufand  days 
Of  pleafurable  fin. 

4  My  willing  foul  would  flay 

In  fuch  a  frame  as  this, 
And  fit  and  fmg  herfelf  away 
To  everlafling  blifs. 


B.  II.         Spiritual  Songs.  333 

HYMN   XV.     Long  Metre. 
The  enjoyment  of  Christ;  or,  Delight  in  worship. 

1  "p AR  from  mY.  tnoughts,  vain  world,  begone* 
JT       ^et  my  religious  hours  alone  : 

Fain  would  my  eyes  my  Saviour  fee, 
I  wait  a  vifit,  Lord,  from  thee. 

2  My  heart  grows  warm  with  holy  fire, 
And  kindles  with  a  pure  defire  : 
Come,  my  dear  Jefus  from  above, 
And  feed  my  foul  with  heav'nly  love. 

3  [The  trees  of  life  immortal  (land 

In  beauteous  rows  at  thy  right  hand, 
And  in  fweet  murmurs  by  their  fide, 
Rivers  of  blifs  perpetual  glide. 

4  Hade  then,  but  with  a  fmiling  face, 
And  fpread  the  table  of  thy  grace  : 
Bring  down  a  tafte  of  truth  divine, 
And  cheer  my  heart  with  facred  wine.] 

5  Blefs'd  Jefus,  what  delicious  fare, 
How  fweet  thy  entertainments  are ! 
Never  did  angels  tafle  above 
Redeeming  grace,  and  dying  love. 

6  Hail,  great  Immanuel,  all  divine ! 
In  thee  thy  Father's  glories  fhine  : 
Thou  brighteft,  fweeteft,  faireft  One, 
That  eyes  have  feen,  or  angels  known. 

HYMN   XVI.     Long  Metre. 

Part  the  fecond. 
I    I      OR  D,  what  a  heav'n  of  living  grace, 
JLj  Shines  through  the  beauties  of  thy  face^ 


*34  Hymns    and  B.  II, 

And  lights  our  paflions  to  a  flame ! 
Lord,  how  we  love  thy  charming  name. 

2  When  I  can  fay,  My  God  is  mine, 
When  I  can  feel  thy  glories  mine, 
I  tread  the  world  beneath  my  feet, 
And  all  the  earth  calls  good  or  great. 

3  While  fuch  a  fcene  of  facred  joys, 
Our  raptur'd  eyes  and  fouls  employs, 
Here  we  could  fit  and  gaze  away 
A  long  and  everlafting  day. 

4  Well,  we  mall  quickly  pafs  the  night, 
To  the  fair  coaft  of  perfect  light; 
Then  mail  our  joyful  fenfes  rove 
O'er  the  dear  objects  of  our  love. 

5  [There  mail  we  drink  full  draughts  of  blifs, 
And  pluck  new  life  from  heavenly  trees ! 
Yet  now  and  then,  dear  Lord,  beftow 
A  drop  of  heav'n  on  worms  below. 

6  Send  comforts  down  from  thy  right  hand, 
While  we  pafs  through  this  barren  land  ; 
And  in  thy  temple  let  us  fee 
A  glimpfe  of  love,  a  glimpfe  of  Thee.] 

HYMN    XVII     Common  Metre. 

GocPs  eternity. 
ISE,  rife,  my  foul,  and  leave  the  ground, 


R 


Stretch  all  thy  thoughts  abroad, 
And  roufe  up  eV'ry  tuneful  found 
To  praife  th'  eternal  God. 

2  Long  e'er  the  lofty  flues  -were  fpread, 
Jehovah  filPd  his  throne ; 


B.  II.        Spiritual  Songs.  135 

Or  Adam  form'd,  or  angels  made, 
Jehovah  liv'd  alone. 

3  His  boundlefs  years  can  ne'er  decreafe, 

But  flill  maintain  their  prime  ; 
Eternity's  his  dwelling  place, 
And  ever  is  his  time. 

4  While  like  a  tide  our  minutes  flow, 

The  prefent  and  the  pad, 
He  fills  his  own  immortal  NOW, 
And  fees  our  ages  wafte. 

5  The  fea  and  fky  mull  perifli  too, 

And  vaft  deftru&ion  come  ; 
The  creatures,  look !  how  old  they  grow, 
And  wait  their  fi'ry  doom. 

6  Well,  let  the  fea  fhrink  all  away, 

And  flame  melt  down  the  ikies, 
Mv  God  mail  live  an  endlefs  day, 
When  old  creation  dies. 

HYMN    XVIII.     Long  Metre. 

The  ministry  of  angels, 

1  TTIOH  on  a  hill  of  dazzling  light 
JL~1  Tne  King  °f  &orY  fpreads  his  feat, 
And  troops  of  angels,  ftretch'd  for  flight, 
Stand  waiting  round  his  awful  feet. 

2  "  Go,"  faith  the  Lord,  "  my  Gabriel,  go, 
"  Salute  the  virgin's  fruitful  womb  ; 
"Make  hafte,  ye  cherubs,  down  below, 

"  Sing  and  proclaim,  The  Saviour's  come." 

3  Here  a  bright  fquadron  leaves  the  ikies, 
And  thick  around  Elifha  Hands ; 


■  I  ■  I  ■  ■  ■  I  ■  I  I 


X3S  H  y  M  n  s   and  B.  H 

■Anon  a  heav'nly  foldier  flies, 

And  breaks  the  chains  from  Peter's  hands. 

4  Thy  winged  troops,  O  God  of  hofts, 
W  ait  on  thy  wand'ring  church  below  • 

Here  we  are  failing  to  thy  coaffs, 
Let  angels  be  our  convoy  too. 

5  Are  they  not  all  thy  fervants,  Lord  > 
At  thy  command  they  go  and  come; 
Witn  cheerful  hade  obey  thy  word 
And  guard  thy  children  to  their  home. 

HYMN    XIX.     Common  Metre. 

Os/r  frail  bodies,  and  God  our  preserver. 

1  ¥     E  T  °thei  S  boaft  llow  ftr°ng  they  be 
JLi     Nor  death  nor  danger  fear  • 
Wtt  we'll  corifefs     O  Lord,  to  thee, 

What  feeble  things  we  are. 

2  Frefh  as  the  grafs  our  bodies  Hand, 

And  flourifh  bright  and  gay  ; 
A  blading  wind  fweeps  o'er  the  land, 
And  fades  the  grafs  away. 

3  Our  life  contains  a  thoufand  fprings, 

-And  dies  if  one  be  gone  : 
Strange  !  that  a  harp  of  thoufand  firings 
Should  keep  in  tune  fo  long. 

4  But  'tis  our  God  fupports  our  frame, 

The  God  that  built  us  firff.  j 
Salvation  to  th'  Almighty  name 
That  rear'd  us  from  the  duff. 

5  [He  fpoke,  and  flrait  our  hearts  and  brains, 

In  all  their  motions,  rofe  ; 
Let  blood,  faid  he,  flow  round  the  veins  • 
And  round  the  veins  it  flows. 


B.  IL         Spiritual  Songs.  137 

6  While  we  have  breath  to  ufe  our  tongues, 
Our  Maker  we'll  adore  ; 
His  fpirit  moves  our  heaving  lungs, 
Or  they  would  breathe  no  more.] 

HYMN    XX.    Common  Metre. 

Backslidings  and  returns  ;  or,    The  inconstancy  of 
our  love. 

1  TTTHY  is  my  heart  fo  far  from  thee, 

VV       MY  God>  mY  chief  delight  ? 
"Why  are  my  thoughts  no  more  by  day 
With  thee,  no  more  by  night  ? 

2  [Why  mould  my  foolifh  paflions  rove  ? 

Where  can  fuch  fweetnefs  be, 
As  I  have  tailed  in  thy  love, 
As  I  have  found  in  thee? 

3  When  my  forgetful  foul  renews 

The  favour  of  thy  grace, 
My  heart  prefumes  I  cannot  lofe 
The  relifh  all  my  days. 

4  But   ere  one  fleeting  hour  is  pall, 

The  flatt'ring  world  employs 
Some  fenfual  bait  to  feize  my  tafte, 
And  to  pollute  my  joys. 

5  [Trifles  of  nature  or  of  art, 

With  fair  deceitful  charms, 
Intrude  into  my  thoughtlefs  heart, 
And  thruft  me  from  thy  arms.] 

6  Then  I  repent  and  vex  my  foul, 

That  I  fhould  leave  thee  fo ; 
Where  will  thofe  wild  affections  roll 
That  let  a  Saviour  go  ? 


H  y  m  ns    and  R.  If, 

;    ['  iri's  promised  joys  are  turn'd  to  pain, 
And  I  am  drown'd  in  grief; 
But  my  dear  Lord  returns  again, 
He  flies  to  my  relief : 

8  Seizing  my  foul  with  fweet  furprize, 

He  draws  with  loving  bands  ; 
Divine  companion  in  his  eyes, 
And  pardon  in  his  hands.] 

9  Wretch  that  I  am,  to  wander  thus, 

In  chafe  of  falfe  delight ! 
Let  me  be  faften'd  to  thy  crofs, 
Rather  than  lofe  thy  fight.'] 

10  [Make  hafte,  my  days,  to  reach  the  goal, 

And  bring  my  heart  to  reft, 
On  the  dear  centre  of  my  foul, 
My  God,  my  Saviour's  bread.] 

HYMN  XXI.    Long  Metre. 

A  song  of  praise  to  God  the  Redeemer. 
i     "       E  T  the  old  heathens  tune  their  fonn- 
JLj    Of  great  Diana  and  of  Jove ; 
But  the  fweet  theme  that  moves  my  tongue 
Is  my  Redeemer,  and  his  love. 

2  Behold,  a  God  defcends  and  dies, 
To  fave  my  foul  from  gaping  hell  ; 
How  the  black  gulph  where  Satan  lies, 
Yawn'd  to  receive  me  when  I  fell  \ 

3  How  juftice  frown'd,  and  vengeance  flood, 
To  drive  me  down  to  endlefs  pain ! 
But  the  great  Son  propos'd  his  blood, 
And  heav'nly  wrath  grew  mild  again. 


B.  II.         Spiritual  Songs.  139 

4  Infinite  Lover,  gracious  Lord! 
To  thee  be  endlefs  honours  giv'n : 
Thy  wond'rous  name  fhall  be  ador'd, 
Round  the  wide  earth,  and  wider  hear  11. 

HYMN    XXII.     Long  Metre. 

With  God  is  terrible  majesty. 

1  npERRIBLE  God,  that  reign'il  on  high, 

How  awful  is  thy  thundering  hand  \ 
Thy  fi'ry  bolts,  how  fierce  they  fly  ! 
Nor  can  all  earth  or  hell  withftand. 

2  This  the  old  rebel  angels  knew, 
And  Satan  fell  beneath  thy  frown  ; 
Thine  arrows  (truck  the  traitor  through, 
And  weighty  vengeance  funk  him  down. 

3  This  Sodom  felt,  and  feels  it  flill, 
And  roars  beneath  th'  eternal  load : 

"  With  endlefs  burnings  who  can  dwell, 
"  Or  bear  the  fury  of  a  God  ?" 

4  Tremble,  ye  finners,  and  fubmit, 
Throw  down  your  arms  before  his  throne, 
Bend  your  heads  low  beneath  his  feet, 

Or  his  flrong  hand  fhall  crufh  you  down. 

5  And  ye,  bleil  faints,  that  love  him  too, 
With  rev'rence  bow  before  his  name  ; 
Thus  all  his  heav'nly  fervants  do  : 
God  is  a  bright  and  burning  fiame. 


D 


HYMN    XXIIL     Long  Metre. 

The  sight  of  God  and  Christ  in  heaven. 

ESCEND  from  heav'n,  immortal  Dove, 
Stoop  down  and  take  us  on  thy  wings, 


*4°  Hymns    and  B.  II, 

And  mount,  and  bear  us  far  above 
The  reach  of  thefe  inferior  things  \ 

2  Beyond,  beyond  this  lower  fky, 
Up  where  eternal  ages  roll, 
Where  folid  pleafures  never  die, 
And  fruits  immortal  feaft  the  foul. 

3  O  for  a  fight,  a  pleafant  %ht 
Of  our  Almighty  Father's  throne  ! 

There  fits  our  Saviour,  crown'd  with  light, 
Cloth'd  in  a  body  like  our  own. 

4  Adoring  faints  around  him  ftand, 

And  thrones  and  pow'rs  before  him  fall ; 
1  he  God  mines  gracious  through  the  man, 
And  fheds  fweet  glories  on  them  all. 

5  O  what  amazing  joys  they  feel, 
While,  to  their  golden  harps,  they  fing, 
And  fit  on  ev'ry  heav'nly  hill, 

And  fpread  the  triumphs  of  their  King  ! 

6  When  mall  the  day,  dear  Lord,  appear, 
1  hat  I  mail  mount  to  dwell  above, 
And  ftand  and  bow  amongft  'em  there, 
And  view  thy  face,  and  fing,  and  love  ? 

HYMN   XXIV.    Long  Metre. 
The  evil  of  sin  visible  in  the  fall  of  angels  and  men. 

1  \\  7"HEN  the  great  Builder  arch'd  the  ikies, 

V  V      And  form'd  all  nature  with  a  word, 
The  joyful  cherubs  tun'd  his  praife, 
And  ev'ry  bending  throne  ad'or'd. 

2  High,  in  the  midft  of  all  the  throng, 
Satan,  a  tall  archangel,  fat; 
Among  the  morning  ftars  he  funo-, 
f  Till  fin  deftroy'd  his  heav'nly  ftate. 


B.  II.  Spiritual  Songs.         141 

3  ['Twas  fin  that  hurl'd  him  from  his  throne, 
Grov'ling  in  fire  the  rebel  lies  ;    . 

"  How  art  thou  funk  in  darknefs  down, 
"  Son  of  the  morning,  from  the  fkies  \? 

4  And  thus  our  two  firft  parents  flood, 
*  fill  Rn  defil'd  the  happy  place  ; 
They  loft  their  garden  and  their  God, 
And  ruin'd  all  their  unborn  race  :] 

5  [So  fprung  the  plague  from  Adam's  bow'r, 
And  fpread  deftru&ion  all  abroad, 

Sin,  the  curs'd  name !  that  in  one  hour, 
Spoil' d  fix  days  labour  of  a  God.] 

6  Tremble,  my  foul,  and  mourn  for  grief, 
That  fuch  a  foe  mould  feize  thy  breafl  > 
Fly  to  thy  Lord  for  quick  relief; 

O  !  may  he  Hay  this  treach'rous  gueft. 

7  Then  to  thy  throne,  victorious  King, 
Then  to  thy  throne  our  fhouts  mail  rife. 
Thine  everiafting  arm  we  ring. 

For  fm,  the  monfter,  bleeds  and  dies. 

HYMN   XXV.     Common  Metre. 
Complaining  of  spiritual  sloth. 

1  1\/T  Y  drowfy  Pow'rs5  wliy  fleep  ye  fo  ? 
JlVA     Awake  my  fluggifh  foul ! 
Nothing  has  half  thy  work  to  do, 

Yet  nothing's  half  fo  dull. 

2  The  little  ants  for  one  poor  grain 

Labour,  and  tug,  and  ftrive : 
Yret  we,  who  have  a  heav'n  t'  obtain, 
How  negligent  we  live ! 


*42  Hymns  and  B.  II. 

3  We,  for  whofe  fake  all  nature  ftands, 

And  ftars  their  courfes  move  ; 
We,  for  whofe  guard  the  angel  bands 
Come  flying  from  above : 

4  We,  for  whom  God  the  Son  came  down, 

And  labour'd  for  our  good  : 

How  carelefs  to  fecure  that  crown 

-  He  purchas'd  with  his  blood  ! 

5  Lord,  fhall  we  live  fo  fluggifh  ftill, 

And  never  aft  our  parts  ? 
Come,  holy  Dove,  from  th'  heav'nly  hill, 
And  fit  and  warm  our  hearts. 

6  Then  mall  our  aftive  fpirits  move, 

Upward  our  fouls  mail  rife  : 
With  hands  of  faith,  and  wings  of  love, 
We'll  fly,  and  take  the  prize, 

HYMN    XX  VI.     Long  Metre. 

God  invisible, 
t  '  f     O  R  D,  we  are  blind,  we  mortals  blind, 
X-J     We  can't  behold  thy  bright  abode  ; 
O  'tis  beyond  a  creature-mind, 
To  glance  a  thought  half  way  to  God. 

2  Infinite  leagues  beyond  the  Iky, 
The  great  Eternal  reigns  alone, 
Where  neither  wings  nor  fouls  can  fly, 
Nor  angels  climb  the  toplefs  throne. 

3  The  Lord  of  glory  builds  his  feat 
Of  gems  incomparably  bright, 
And  lays  beneath  his  facred  feet 
Subftantial  beams  of  gloomy  night* 


B.  II.         Spiritual   Songs.  143 

4  Yet,  glorious  Lord,  thy  gracious  eyes 
Look  through  and  cheer  us  from  above ; 
Beyond  our  praife  thy  grandeur  flies, 
Yet  we  adore,  and  yet  we  love. 

HYMN    XXVII.     Long  Metre. 

Praise  ye  him  all  his  angels.      Pfalm  cxlviii.  a. 

1  /^i  OD  !  the  eternal  awful  name, 

VJ     1  hat  the  whole  heav'nly  army  fears, 
That  makes  the  wide  creation's  frame, 
And  Satan  trembles  when  he  hears. 

2  Like  flames  of  fire  his  fervants  are, 
And  light  furrounds  his  dwelling-place  \ 
But,  O  ye  fYry  flames,  declare 

The  brighter  glories  of  his  face. 

3  JTis  not  for  fuch  poor  worms  as  we 
To  fpeak  fo  infinite  a  thing ; 

But  your  immortal  eyes  furvey 
The  beauties  of  your  fov'reign  King. 

4  Tell  how  he  (hows  his  fmiling  face, 
And  clothes  ail  heav'n  in  bright  array: 
Triumph  and  joy  run  through  the  place, 
And  fongs,  eternal  as  the  day. 

5  Speak,  for  you  feel  his  burning  love, 
What  zeal  it  fpreads  through  all  your  frame  ; 
That  facred  fire  dwells  all  above, 

For  we  on  earth  have  loft  the  name. 

6  [Sing  of  his  pow'r  and  juftice  too, 
That  infinite  right  hand  of  his, 

1  hat  vanqumYd  Satan  and  his  crew, 

Vv?  hen  thunder  drove  them  down  from  blifs.J 


Hi  H  y  m  n  s  and  £.  II 

Were-hurl  d  upon  the  natives  there ! 
What  deadly  jav'lins  nail'd  their  hearts 
Faft  to  the  racks  of  long  defpair!] 

8  £T\TLKLng'  >'e  h^'nly  hoft, 
Vou  that  beheld  the  finking  foe; 

Firmly  ye  flood  when  they  were  loft  ; 
Pra.fe  the  rich  grace  that  kept  you  fo.1 
9  Proclaim  his  wonders  from  the  fkies, 
Let  evrydiftant  nation  hear- 
And  while  you  found  his  lofty  praife 
Let  humble  mortals  bow  and  fear.     ' 

HYMN   XXVIII.     CommonMetre. 
Death  and  eternitv. 
«    Q  TOOP  down,  my  thoughts,  that  us'd  to  rife 
kj     Converfe  awhile  with  death  •  " 

l  nmk  how  a  gafping  mortal  lies, 
And  pants  away  his  breath. 
2  His  quiy'ring  lip  hangs  feeble  down, 
His  pulfes  faint  and  few, 
Then    fpeechlefs,  with  a  doleful  groan, 
He  bids  the  world  adieu, 
i  But  oh,  the  foul,  which  never  dies  ' 
At  once  it  leaves  the  clay' 
Ye  thoughts,  purfue  it  where  it  flies, 

And  track  its  wond'rous  way. 
Up  to  the  courts  where  angels  dwell 

It  mounts  triumphant  there  • 
Or  devils  plunge  it  down  to  hell 
in  infinite  defpair. 


B.  II.         Spiritual  Songs.  145 

5  And  mud  my  body  faint  and  die  ? 

And  muft  this  foul  remove  ? 
Oh,  for  fome  guardian  angel  nigh, 
To  bear  it  fafe  above. 

6  Jefus,  to  thy  dear  faithful  hand, 

My  naked  foul  I  trull: ; 
And  my  flefh  waits  for  thy  command, 
To  drop  into  my  duft. 

HYMN   XXIX.     Common  Metre. 

Redemption  by  price  and  power* 

1  TESUS,  with  all  thy  faints  above, 
J      My  tongue  would  bear  her  part ; 
Would  found  aloud  thy  faving  love, 

And  fing  thy  bleeding  heart. 

2  Blefs'd  be  the  Lamb,  my  deareft  Lord, 

Who  bought  me  with  his  bloody 
And  quench'd  his  Father's  flaming  fword 
In  his  own  vital  flood. 

3  The  Lamb  that  freed  my  captive  foul 

From  Satan's  heavy  chain, 
And  fent  the  lion  down  to  howl 
Where  hell  and  horror  reign. 

4  All  glory  to  the  dying  Lamb, 

And  never  ceafmg  praife, 
While  angels  live  to  know  his  name, 
Or  faints  co  feel  his  grace. 

HYMN    XXX.     Short  Metre. 

Heavenly  joy  on  earth. 
1   [/"^OME,  we  that  love  the  Lord, 
\^A    And  let  our  joys  be  known  : 
N 


146  Hymns   and  B.  II. 

Join  in  a  fong  with  fweet  accord, 
And  thus  furround  the  throne. 

2  The  forrows  of  the  mind 

Be  banifh'd  from  the  place! 
Religion  never  was  defign'd 
To  make  our  pleafures  lefs.] 

3  Let  thofe  refufe  to  nng, 

That  never  knew  our  God, 
But  fav'rites  of  the  heav'nly  King 
May  fpeak  their  joys  abroad. 

4  [The  God  that  rules  on  high, 

And  thunders  when  he  pleafe, 
That  rides  upon  the  ftormy  iky, 
And  manages  the  feas.] 

5  This  awful  God  is  ours, 

Our  Father  and  our  love, 
He  mall  fend  down  his  heav'nly  pow'rs 
To  carry  us  above. 

6  There  we  (hall  fee  his  face 

And  never,  never  fin ; 
There,  from  the  rivers  of  his  grace, 
Drink  endlefs  pleafures  in. 

7  Yes,  and  before  we  rife 

To  that  immortal  (late, 
The  thoughts  of  fuch  amazing  blifs 
Should  conflant  joys  create. 
3  [The  men  of  grace  have  found 
Glory  begun  below, 
Celeftial  fruits  on  earthly  ground, 
From  faith  and  hope,  may  grow.] 

9  [The  hill  of  Sion  yields 

A  thoufand  facred  fweets, 


B.  II.         Spiritual  Songs.  147 

Before  we  reach  theheav'nly  fields, 
Or  walk  the  golden  flreets. 

10  Then  let  our  fongs  abound, 
And  ev'ry  tear  be  dry  j 
We're  marching  thro'  Immanuel's  ground 
To  fairer  worlds  on  high.] 

HYMN    XXXI.     LongMetue, 

Chrisfs  presence  makes  death  easy. 

1  "inrT  HY  mould  we  ftart  and  fear  to  die  ? 

YY  What tint  rous  worms  we  mortals  are ! 
Death  is  the  gate  of  endlefs  joy, 
And  yet  we  dread  to  enter  there. 

2  The  pains,  the  groans,  and  dying  fcrife 
Fright  our  approaching  fouls  away  ; 
Still  we  fhrink  back  again  to  life, 
Fond  of  our  prifon  and  our  clay. 

3  Oh  !  if  my  Lord  would  come  and  meet, 
My  foul  would  ftretch  her  wings  in  hafle, 
Fly  fearlefs  through  death's  iron  gate, 
Nor  feel  the  terrors  as  ihe  pafs'd. 

4  Jefus  can  make  a  dying  bed 
Feel  foft  as  downy  pillows  are, 
While  on  his  bread  I  lean  my  head, 
And  breathe  my  life  out  fweetly  there. 

HYMN   XXXII.     Common  Metre. 

Frailty  and  folly. 

1     |"  T  OW  fhort  and  hafly  is  our  life  ; 
J~JL  How  vail  our  fouls'  affairs  ! 
Yet  ienfelsfs  mortals  vainly  flrive 
To  lavifh  out  their  years. 


M8  Hymns  and  B.  II. 

2  Our  days  run  thoughtlefsly  along, 

Without  a  moment's  flay ; 
Juft  like  a  ftory,  or  a  forg, 
We  pafs  cur  lives  away. 

3  God  from  on  high  invites  us  home  ! 

But  we  march  heedlefs  on, 

And  ever  haft'ning  to  the  tomb, 

Stoop  downward  as  we  run. 

4  How  we  deferve  the  deeped  hell 

That  flight  the  joys  above  ! 
AVhat  chains  of  vengeance  mould  we  feel 
That  break  fuch  cords  of  love  ? 

5  Draw  us,  O  God,  with  fov'reign  grace, 

And  lift  our  thoughts  on  high, 
That  we  may  end  this  mortal  race, 
And  fee  falvation  ni^h. 

o 

HYMN     XXXIII.     Common  Metre. 

The  blessed  society  in  heaven, 

1  W  A  I  S  E  thee,  my  foul,  fly  up,  and  run 
JLV  Through  every  heav'nly  ftreet, 
And  fay,  There's  nought  below  the  fun, 

That's  worthy  of  thy  feet. 

2  [I  hus  will  we  mount  on  facred  wings 

And  tread  the  courts  above  : 
Nor  earth,  nor  all  her  mighty  things, 
Shall  tempt  our  meaneft  love. 

3  There,  on  a  high  majeftic  throne, 

Th'  Almighty  Father  reigns, 
And  fheds  his  glorious  goodnefs  down 
On  all  the  blifsful  plains. 


B.  II.         Spiritual   Songs.  149 

4  Bright,  like  the  fun,  the  Saviour  fits, 

And  fpreads  eternal  noon  ; 
No  ev'nings  there,  nor  gloomy  nights, 
To  want  the  feeble  moon. 

5  Amidft  thofe  ever-mining  ikies 

Behold  the  facred  Dove ! 
While  banifh'd  fin  and  forrow  flies, 
From  all  the  realms  of  love. 

6  The  glorious  tenants  of  the  place 

Stand  bending*  round  the  throne  ; 
And  faints  and  feraphs  fmg  and  praife 
1  he  infinite  1  hree-One. 

7  [But  oh,  what  beams  of  heav'nly  grace 

i  ranfport  them  all  the  while  ! 
Ten  thoufand  fmiles  from  Jems'  face, 
And  love  in  ev'ry  fmile !] 

8  Jefus,  and  when  fhall  that  dear  day, 

That  joyful  hour  appear, 
When  I  mall  leave  this  houfe  of  clay 
To  dwell  amongft  them  there  ? 

HYMN    XXXIV.     Common  Metre. 

Breathing  after  the  Holy  Spirit  ;  or,  Fervency  of 
devotion  desired, 

1  S^i  OME,  Holy  Spirit,  heav'nly  Dove, 
\_>l    With  all  thy  quick'ning  pow'rs, 
Kindle  a  flame  of  facred  love 

In  thefe  cold  hearts  of  ours. 

2  Look  how  we  grovel  here  below,  . 

Fond  of  thefe  trifling  toys  : 
Our  fouls  can  neither  fly  nor  go 
To  reach  eternal  joys. 

N  % 


15°     .  Ky  m  n  s    and  B.  II 

3  In  vain  we  tune  our  formal  longs, 

In  vain  we  ftrive  to  rife, 
Hofannas  languifh  on  our  tongues, 
-And  our  devotion  dies. 

4  Dear  Lord !  and  fhall  we  ever  live 

At  this  poor  dying  rate  ? 
Our  love  fo  faint,'  fo  cold  to  thee, 
And  thine  to  us  fo  great  ? 

5  Come,  Holy  Spirit,  heav'nly  Dove, 

With  all  thy  quick'ning  pow'rs, 
Come,  llied  abroad  a  Saviour's  love, 
And  that  mall  kindle  ours. 

HYMN    XXXV.     Common  Metre. 

Praise  to  God  for  creation  and  redemption. 
i  E  T  them  neglect  thy  glory,  Lord, 

B.   A   Who  never  knew  thy  grace  ; 
Bui  our  loud  long  fhall  ftill  record 
The  wonders  of  thy  praife. 

■i  We  raife  our  fhouts,  O  God,  to  thee, 
And  fend  them  to  thy  throne  j 
All  glory  to  th5  united  Three, 
1  he  undivided  One. 

3  Twas  he  (and  we'll  adore  his  name) 

That  fornrd  us  by  a  word  ; 
'Tis  hereftores  oar  ruin'd  frame: 
Salvation  to  the  Lord  ! 

4  Hofanna !  let  the  earth  and  fkies 

Repeat  the  joyful  found  ; 
Rocks,  hills,  and  vales,  reflect  the  voice 
In  one  eternal  round- 


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HYMN    XXXVI.     Short  Metre. 

Chris? s  intercession, 

1  *T"T  TELL,  the  Redeemer's  gone, 

W     T'  appear  before  your  God, 
To  fprinkle  o'er  the  flaming  throne 
With  his  atoning  blood. 

2  No  fiery  vengeance  now, 

No  burning  wrath  comes  down  \ 
If  juftice  calls  for  Tinners'  blood 
The  Saviour  fhows  his  own. 

3  Before  his  Father's  eye 

Our  humble  fuit  he  moves  ; 
The  Father  lays  his  thunder  by, 
And  looks,  and  fmiles,  and  loves. 

4  Now  may  our  joyful  tongues 

Our  Maker's  honour  fmg, 
Jefus,  the  pried,  receives  our  fongs. 
And  bears  them  to  the  King. 

5  [We  bow  before  his  face, 

And  found  his  glories  high, 

"  Hofanna  to  the  God  of  grace, 

That  lays  his  thunders  by.]] 

6  On  earth  thy  mercy  reigns, 

And  triumphs  all  above  : 
But,  Lord,  how  weak  our  mortal  drains 
To  fpeak  immortal  love  ! 

7  [How  jarring  and  how  low 

Are  all  the  notes  we  fing  ! 
Sweet  Saviour,  tune 'our  fongs  anew, 
And  they  mall  pleafe  the  King.]" 


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HYMN  XXXVII.     Common  Metre. 
The  fame. 

1  f     r  F  T  up  your  eyes  to  th'  heav'nly  feat 
JLi   Where  your  Redeemer  flays  : 

Kind  interceffor,  there  he  fits, 
And  loves,  and  pleads,  and  prays. 

2  Twas  well,  my  foul,  he  dy'd  for  thee, 

And  fhed  his  vital  blood, 
Appeas'd  ftern  juftice  on  the  tree, 
And  then  arofe  to  God. 

3  Petitions  now,  and  praife  may  rife, 

And  faints  their  ofPrings  bring, 
The  Prieft,  with  his  own  facrifice. 
Prefents  them  to  the  King. 

4  [Let  Papifts  truft  what  names  they  pleafe, 

Their  faints  and  angels  boaft  ; 

We've  no  fuch  advocates  as  thefe, 

Nor  pray  to  th'  heavenly  hoft. 

5  Jefus,  alone,  (hall  bear  my  cries 

Up  to  his  Father's  throne: 
He  (dearefl  Lord)  perfumes  my  fighs, 
And  fweeten's  ev'ry  groan. 

6  [Ten  thoufand  praifes  to  the  King, 

"  Hofanna  in  the  high'ft  ;" 
Ten  thoufand  thanks  our  fpirits  bring 
To  God,  and  to  his  Chrift.] 

HYMN  XXXVIII.     Common  Metre. 

Love  to  God* 

1   T-J  A*£Y  the  heart  where  graces  reign, 
i  JL  Where  love  infpires  the  breafl  j 


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Love  is  the  brightefl  of  the  train, 
And  ftrengthens  all  the  reft. 

2  Knowledge,  alas  !  'tis  all  in  vain, 

And  all  in  vain  our  fear : 
Our  flubborn  fins  will  fight  and  reign, 
If  love  be  abfent  there. 

3  'Tis  love  that  makes  our  cheerful  feet 

In  fwift  obedience  move  ; 
The  devils  know  and  tremble  too, 
But  Satan  cannot  love. 

4  This  is  the  grace  that  lives  and  fings, 

When  faith  and  hope  (hall  ceafe  ; 
'Tis  this  mail  ftrike  our  joyful  firings 
In  the  fweet  realms  of  blifs. 

5  Before  we  quite  forfake  our  clay, 

Or  leave  this  dark  abode, 
The  wings  of  love  bear  us  away 
To  fee  our  fmiling  God. 

HYMN    XXXIX.     Common  Metre. 

The  shortness  and  misery  of  life. 

1    /AUR  days,  alas  !  our  mortal  days 
\^J  Are  (hort  and  wretched  too  ; 
Evil  and  few,  the  patriarch  fays, 
And  well  the  patriarch  knew. 

1  'Tis  but  at  beft  a  narrow  bound, 

That  heav'n  allows  to  men, 
And  pains  and  fins  run  through  the  round 

Of  threefcore  years  and  ten. 
3  Well,  if  ye  mud  be  fad  and  few, 

Run  on  my  days  in  hafte  ; 


l54  Hymns  and  B.  II, 

Moments  of  fin  and  months  of  woe, 
Ye  cannot  fly  too  faft. 

4  Let  heav'nly  love  prepare  my  foul, 
And  call  her  to  the  fkies, 
Where  years  of  long  falvation  roll, 
And  glory  never  dies. 

HYMN    XL.     Common  Metre. 

Our  comfort  in  the  covenant  made  with  Christ. 

1  r^^R,God'  how  finri  his  promife  ftands, 
V^  Jlv  n  when  he  hides  his  face  ! 

He  trufts  in  our  Redeemer's  hands, 
His  glory  and  his  grace. 

2  Then  why  my  foul,  thefe  fad  complaints, 

since  Chrift  and  we  are  one  ? 
Thy  God  is  faithful  to  his  faints 
Is  faithful  to  his  Son. 

}  Beneath  his  fmiles  my  heart  has  hVd, 
And  part  of  heav'n  polfefs'd  ; 
I  praife  his  name  for  grace  receiv'd, 
And  truft  him  for  the  reft. 

HYMN   XLL     Long  Metre. 

A  sight  of  God  mortifies  us  to  the  world. 
CI  TP  to  the  fields  where  angels  lie, 
yj    And  living  waters  gentlv  roll, 
Fain  would  my  thoughts  leap  out,  and  fly 
But  fiu  hangs  heavy  on  my  foul. 

Thy  wond'rous  blood,  dear  dying  Chrift, 
Can  make  this  world  of  guilt  remove  ; 
And  thou  can'ft  bear  me  where  thou  fly'ft. 
On  thy  kind  wings,  celeftial  Dove. 


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3  O  might  I  once  mount  up  and  fee 
The  glories  of  th'  eternal  ikies  ; 

What  little  things  thefe  worlds  would  be  ? 
How  defpicable  to  my  eyes  ?] 

4  Had  I  a  glance  of  thee,   my  God, 
Kingdoms  and  men  would  vaniih  foon ; 
Vanifh,  as  though  I  faw  them  not, 
i\sa  dim  candle  dies  at  noon. 

5  Then  they  might  fight,  and  rage,  and  rave, 
I  mould  perceive  the  noife  no  more 

Than  we  can  hear  a  making  leaf, 
While  rattling  thunders  round  us  roar* 

6  Great  All  in  All,  eternal  King, 
Let  me  but  view  thy  lovely  face, 

And  all  my  pow'rs  fhall  bow,  and  ling 
Thine  endlefs  grandeur  j  and  thy  grace, 

HYMN    XL1I.     Common  Metre. 

Delight  in  God, 

1  1fk  /jT  Y  God,  what  endlefs  pleafures  dwell 
1 V A  Above,  at  thy  right  hand  ? 

Thy  courts  below,  how  amiable, 
Where  all  thy  graces  fland ! 

2  The  fwallow  near  thy  temple  lies, 

And  chirps  a  cheerful  note ; 
The  lark  mounts  upwards  tow'rds  the  Ikies, 
And  tunes  her  warbling  throat.     * 

3  And,  we,  when  in  thy  prefence,  Lord, 

Do  fhout  with  joyful  tongues  ; 

Or,  fitting  round  our  Father's  board, 

We  crown  the  feaft  with  longs- 


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4  While  Jefus  fhines  with  quick'ning  grace, 

We  fing,  and  mount  on  high  ; 
But  if  a  frown  becloud  his  face, 
We  faint,  and  tire,  and  die. 

5  Juft  as  we  fee  the  lonefome  dove 

Bemoan  her  widow'd  ftate, 
Wand'ring,  fhe  flies  through  all  the  grove, 
And  mourns  her  loving  mate  : 

6  Jul!  fo,  our  thoughts  from  thing  to  thing 

In  refllefs  circles  rove  ; 
Juft  fo,  we  droop  and  hang  the  wing, 
When  Jefus  hides  his  love." 

HYMN    XLIII.    LongMetre.^ 

Chrisfs  sufferings  and  glory. 

1  T^JOw  f°r  a  tune  °f  l°fty  praife 
X\      To  great  Jehovah's  equal  Son! 
Awake,  my  voice,  in  heav'nly  lays, 
Tell  the  loud  wonders  he  hath  done. 

2  Sing,  how  he  left  the  worlds  of  light, 
And  the  bright  robes  he  wore  above ; 
How  fwift  and  joyful  was  his  flight 
On  wings  of  everlafting  love ! 

3  [Down  to  this  bafe,  this  finful  earth, 
He  came  to  raife  our  natures  high  ; 
He  came  t'  atone  Almighty  wrath — 
Jefus,  the  God,  was  born  to  die.] 

4  [Hell  and  its  lions  roar'd  around, 
His  precious  blood  the  monfters  fpilt ; 
While  weighty  forrows  prefs'd  him  down, 
Large  as  the  loads  of  all  our  guilt.] 


B.  II.         Spiritual  Songs. 

5  Deep  in  the  fhades  of  gloomy  death 
Th'  almighty  captive  pris'ner  lay  ; 
Th'  almighty  captive  left  the  earth9 
And  rofe  to  everlafting  day. 

6  Lift  up  your  eyes,  ye  fons  of  light, 
Up  to  his  throne  of  mining  grace  ; 
See  what  immortal  glories  fit 
Round  the  fweet  beauties  of  his  face. 

7  Amongft  a  thoufand  harps  and  fongs, 
Jefus,  the  God,  exalted  reigns  ; 

His  facred  name  fills  all  their  tongues, 
And  echoes  through  the  heav'nly  plains. 

HYMN  XLIV.     Long  Metre. 

Hell ;  or,  The  vengeance  of  God. 

1  ~\%T^^  holy  ^ear?  and  humble  fong, 
V  V     The  dreadful  God  our  fouls  adore  \ 
Rev'rence  and  awe  becomes  the  tongue 
That  fpeaks  the  terrors  of  his  pow'r. 

2  For  in  the  deep  where  darknefs  dwells, 
The  land  of  horror  and  defpair, 
Juftice  has  built  a  difmal  hell, 

And  laid  her  {lores  of  vengeance  there. 

3  [Eternal  plagues,  and  heavy  chains, 
Tormenting  racks,  and  fi'ry  coals, 
And  darts,  t'  inflid  immortal  pains, 
Dy'd  in  the  blood  of  damn'd  fouls. 

4  There  Satan,  the  firft  firmer,  lies, 
And  roars,  aiid  bites  his  iron  bands  j 
In  vain  the  rebel  drives  to  rife, 

CruftVd  with  the  weight  of  both  thy  hands.] 


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1^8  Hymns    and  B.  II. 

5  There  guilty  ghofts  of  Adam's  race 
Shriek  out,  and  howl  beneath  the  rod  ; 
Once  they  could  fcorn  a  Saviour's  grace, 
But  they  incens'd  a  dreadful  God. 

6  Tremble,  my  foul,  and  kifs  the  Son  j 
Sinner,  obey  thy  Saviour's  call  ; 
Elfe  your  damnation  haftens  on, 
And  hell  gapes  wide  to  wait  your  fall. 

HYMN    XLV.     Long  Metre. 

God's  condescension  to  our  worship. 

1  r  |  *HY  favours,  Lord,  furprife  our  fouis  j 

Will  the  Eternal  dwell  with  us ! 
"What  canft  thou  find  beneath  the  poles, 
To  tempt  thy  chariots  downward  thus  ? 

2  Still  might  he  fill  his  (tarry  throne, 

And  pleafe  his  ears  with  Gabriel's  fongs  j 
But  th'  heav'nly  Majefty  comes  down, 
And  bows  to  hearken  to  our  tongues. 

3  Great  God !  what  poor  returns  we  pay 
For  love  fo  infinite  as  thine  : 

Words  are  but  air,  and  ten  cues  but  clay, 
But  thy  companion's  all  divine. 

HYMN   XL VI.     Long  Metre. 

God's  condescension  to  human  affairs. 

i   T  Tp  to  the  Lord,  that  reigns  on  high, 
\j      And  views  the  nations  from  afar, 
Let  everlalling  praifes  fly, 
And  tell  how  large  his  bounties  are. 


I 

B.  IL         Spiritual   Songs.  %^ 

2  [He  that  carj  make  the  worlds  he  made, 
Or  with  his  word,  or  with  his  rod, 

His  goodnefs,  how  amazing  great  I 
And  what  a  condefcending  God !] 

3  [God,  that  mirit  fcoop  to  view  the  fides, 
And  bow ;  to  fee  what  angels  do, 
Down  to  the  earth  he  calls  his  eyes, 
And  bends  his  footfteps  downward  too.] 

4  He  over-rules  all  mortal  things, 
And  manages  our  mean  affairs : 
On  humble  fouls  the  King  of  kings 
Bellows  his  counfels  and  his  cares. 

5  Our  forrows  and  our  tears  we  pour 
Into  the  bofom  of  our  God  : 

He  hears  us  in  the  mournful  hour, 
And  helps  to  bear  the  heavy  load. 

6  In  vain  might  lofty  princes  try 
Such  condefcenf.oii.to  perform  ; 

For  worms  were  never  rais'd  fo  high, 
Above  their  meaneft  fellow- worm. 

7  Oh  !  could  our  thankful  hearts  devife 
A  tribute  equal  to  thy  grace, 

To  the  third  heav'n  our  fongs  mould  rife, 
And  teach  the  golden  harps  thy  praife. 

HYMN   XLVII,     Long  Metre. 

Glory  and  grace  in  the  person  of  Christ. 

O  W  to  the  Lord  a  noble  fong ! 

Awake,  my  foul ;  awake,  my  tongue ; 
Hofanna  to  th'  eternal  name, 
And  all  his  boundlefs  love  proclaim. 


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160  Hymns    and  B.  II. 

2  See,  where  it  fhines  in  Jefus*  face, 
The  bright  ell  image  of  his  grate  ; 
God,  in  the  perfon  of  his  Son, 

Has  all  his  mightieft  works  outdone. 

3  The  fpacious  earth,  and  fpreaiitag  ilood, 
Proclaim  the  wife,  the  pow'rfiri  God  ; 

And  thy  rich  glories  from  a  fat- 
Sparkle  in  ev'ry  rolling  liar  : 

4  But  in  his  looks  a  glory  ftands, 
The  nobleft  labour  of  thine  hands : 
The  pleating  luftre  of  his  eves 
Outflunes  the  wonders  of  the  ikies. 

5  Grace !  'tis  a  fwect,  a  charming  theme ; 
My  thoughts  rejoice  at  Jefus'  name  ! 

Ye  angels,  dwell  upon  the  found  ; 
Ye  heav'ns  refledfc  it  to  the  ground  ! 

6  Oh,  may  1  live  to  reach  the  place 
Where  he  unveils  his  lovely  feu 
Where  all  his  beauties  you  behold, 
And  fmg  his  name  to  harps  of  gold  ! 

II  Y  M  N    XL VIII.     Common  Metre. 

Love  to  the  creatures  is  dangerous. 

1  T  TOW  vain  are  all  things  here  below, 
JLX     How  ^e5  and  vct  nmv  t\\iv  ! 
Each  pleafure  hath  its  poifon  too  ; 

Andc  In  are. 

2  The  ;  •  below  thefky 

Give  bul  a  ftatl 
We  mould  fufj  Le  danger  nigh, 

Where  we  pellets  delight. 


B.  IL 

And  I 

- 
TL 

em  thence. 

5  De  jut,  le:  be 

foul's  eternal  fee 
A:  >y 

HI  .ion  Metre, 

i    I  AEA'.'  I  3 is  afraid, 

And :  r* 

2    I 

A:  affd  to  go, 

op, 

And  pi  he  comma: 

4  Ciaip'dm  my  heaver.  Father's  arms, 
I  would 
id  loCe  my  He  among  die  charm* 


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11 Y  M  N    L.     Long  Metre. 
Comforts  under  sorrows  arid  pains. 

1  TVFow  let  the  Lord' my  Savi°ur  fmiK 

J.  II      And  mow  my  name  upon  his  heart ! 
I  would  forget  my  pains  a  while, 
And  in  the  pleafure  lofe  the  fmart. 

2  But  Oh  !  it  fwells  my  forrows  high, 
To  fee  my  blefled  Jefus  frown ; 
My  fpirits  fink,  my  comforts  die, 
-And  all  the  fprings  of  life  are  down. 

3  Yet  why,  my  foul,  why  thefe  complaints  ? 
Still  while  he  frowns  his  bowels  move  \ 
Still*  on  his  heart  he  bears  his  faints, 

And  feels  their  forrows,  and  his  love. 

4  My  name  is  printed  on  his  bread  ; 
His  book  of  life  contains  my  name ; 
I'd  rather  have  it  there  imprefs'd, 
Than  in  the  bright  records  of  fame. 

5  When  the  laft  fire  burns  all  things  here, 
Thofe  letters  (hall  fecurely  ftand, 

And  in  the  Lamb's  fair  book  appear, 
Writ  by  th'  eternal  Father's  hand. 
5  Now  Ml!  my  minutes  fmcothly  run, 
Whilfl  here  I  wait  my  Father's  will ; 
My  rifing  and  my  fetting  fun 
Roll  gently  up  and  down  the  hill. 

HYMN   LI.     Long  Metre. 

God  the  Son  equal  with  the  Father. 

RIGHT  King  of  glory,  dreadful  God! 
Our  fpirits  bow  before  thy  feat  -? 


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To  thee  we  lift  an  humble  thought, 
And  wormio  at  thine  awful  feet. 

2  [Thy  powV  hath  form' d,  thy  wifdom  fways 
All  nature,  with  a  fov'reign  word  : 

And  the  bright  world  of  liars  obeys 
The  will  of  their  fuperior  Lord.] 

3  [Mercy  arid  truth  unite  in  one, 
And,  fmiling,  fit  at  thy  right  hand  ; 
Eternal  juilice  guards  thy  throne. 

And  vengeance  waits  thy  dread  command."] 

4  A  thoufand  feraphs,  ftrong  and  bright, 
Stand  round  the  glorious  Deity  ; 

But  who,  amongfl  the  fons  of  light, 
Pretends  comparifon  with  thee  ? 

5  Yet  there  is  one  of  human  frame, 
Jefus,  array'd  in  flefh  and  blood, 
Thinks  it  no  robbery  to  claim 

A  full  equality  with  God, 

6  Their  glory  mines  with  equal  beams  ; 
Their  eflence  is  for  ever  one  ; 

Tho'  they  are  known  by  difFrent  names, 
.   The  Father  God,  and  God  the  Son, 

7  Then  let  the  name  of  Chrift  our  King, 
With  equal  honours  be  ador'd ; 

His  praife  let  ev'ry  angel  iing, 
And  all  the  nations  own  their  Lord. 


D 


HYMN  LIL     Common  Metre, 

Death  dreadful,  or  delightful. 

EATH  !  'tis  a  melancholy  day 
To  thofe  that  have  no  God, 


164  H  y  m  n  s  and  B.  II. 

When  the  poor  foul  is  forc'd  away, 
To  feek  her  laft  abode. 

2  In  vain  to  heav'n  me  lifts  her  eyes ; 

^  For  guilt,  a  heavy  chain, 
Still  drags  her  downwards  from  the  fkies, 
Todarknefs,  fire,  and  pain. 

3  Awake,  and  mourn,  ye  heirs  of  hell, 

Let  flubborn  fmncrs  fear  ; 
You  muft  be  driv'n  from  earth,  and  dwell, 
A  long  for  ever  there. 

4  See  how  the  pit  gapes  wide  for  you, 

And  flames  in  your  face ; 
And  thou,  my  foul,  look  backwards  too. 
And  fmg  recov'ring  grace. 

5  He  is  a  God  of  fov'reign  love, 

J  hat  promised  heav'n  to  me, 
And  taught  my  foul  to  foar  above, 
Where  happy  fpirits  be. 

6  Prepare  me,  Lord,  for  thy  right  hand, 

Then  come  the  joyful  day  ; 
Come,  death,  and  fome  celeflial  band, 
To  bear  my  foul  away. 

HYMN   LIII.     Common  Metre. 

The  pilgrimage  of  the  saints  ;  or,  Earth  and  Heaven. 
i   ■        O  R  D  !  what  a  wretched  land  is  this, 
1   J   That  yields  us  no  fupply  ; 
No  cheering  fruits,  no  wholefome  tree, 
Nor  ftreams  of  living  joy  ? 

2  But  pricking  thorns  thro'  all  the  ground, 
And  mortal  poifons  grow  ; 


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And  all  the  rivers  that  are  found, 
With  dang'rous  waters  flow. 

3  Yet  the  dear  path  to  thine  abode 

Lies  through  this  horrid  land  : 
Lord !  we  would  keep  the  heav'nly  road, 
And  run  at  thy  command. 

4  Our  foul  fhall  tread  the  defart  through 

With  undiverted  feet, 
And  faith,  and  flaming  zeal,  fubdue 
The  terrors  that  we  meet. 

5  [A  thoufand  favage  beafls  of  prey 

Around  the  forefl:  roam  ; 
But  Judah's  Lion  guards  the  way, 
And  guides  the  Grangers  home- J 

6  Long  nights  and  darknefs  dwell  below, 

With  fcarce  a  twinkling  ray ; 
But  the  bright  world  to  which  we  go, 
Is  everlailing  day. 

7  By  glimm'ring  hopes,  and  gloomy  fears, 

We  trace  the  {acred  road, 
Through  difmal  deeps,  and  dangerous  fnares, 
We  make  our  way  to  God. 

8  Our  journey  is  a  thorny  maze, 

But  we  march  upward  ilill : 
Forget  thefe  troubles  of  the  ways, 
And  reach  at  Zion's  hill. 

9  [See  the  kind  angels  at  the  gates, 

Inviting  us  to  come  ; 
There  Jems,  the  forerunner,  waits 
To  welcome  trav'lers  home. 

10  There,  on  a  green  and  flow'ry  mount, 

Our  weary  fouls  fhall  fit, 


\66  Hymns  and  B.  II# 

And  with  transporting  joys  recount 
The  labours  of  our  feet. 

1 1  No  vain  difcourfe  fhall  fill  our  tongue, 

No  trifles  vex  our  ear  ; 
Infinite  grace  fhall  fill  our  fong, 
And  God  rejoice  to  hear. 

1 2  Eternal  glories  to  the  King 

That  brought  us  fafely  through  : 
Our  tongues  fhall  never  ceafe  to  fmg, 
And  endlefs  praife  renew.] 

HYMN   LIV.     Common  Metre. 

God's  presence  is  light  in  darkness. 
i   T\/TY  God,  the  fpring  of  all  my  joys, 
± V JL   Tne  life  of  my  delights, 
The  glory  of  my  brightefl  days, 
And  comfort  of  my  nights. 

2  In  darkeft  fhades,  if  he  appear, 

My  dawning  is  begun  ! 
He  is  my  foul's  fweet  morning  ftar, 
And  he  my  rifing  fun. 

3  The  op'ning  heav'ns  around  me  mine 

With  beams  of  facred  blifs, 
While  Jefus  fhows  his  heart  is  mine, 
And  whifpers,   I  am  his. 

4  My  foul  would  leave  this  heavy  clay 

At  that  tranfporting  word, 
Run  up  with  joy  the  mining  way, 
T*  embrace  my  dearefl  Lord. 

5  Fearlefs  of  hell  and  ghaftly  death, 

I'd  break  through  ev'ry  foe ; 
The  wings  of  love,  and,  arms  of  faith, 
Should  bear  me  conq'ror  through. 


B.  II.         Spiritual  Soags.         i6j 
HYMN    LV.     Common  Metre. 

Frail  life  and  succeeding  eternity. 

i   f  |  \HEE  we  adore,  eternal  name, 
J_     And  humbly  own  to  thee, 
1  low  feeble  is  our  mortal  frame ; 
What  dying  worms  are  we  ? 

2  [Our  wafting  lives  grow  fnorter  frill, 

As  months  and  days  increafe  ; 
And  ev'ry  beating  pulfe  we  tell, 
Leaves  but  the  number  lefs. 

3  The  year  rolls  round,  and  fteals  away 

The  breath  that  firfl  it  gave  ; 
Whate'er  we  do,  where-e'er  we  be, 
We're  trav'iing  to  the  grave.] 

4  Dangers  (land  thick  through  all  the  ground, 

To  pufh  us  to  the  tomb  ; 
And  fierce  difeafes  wait  around, 
To  hurry  mortals  home. 

5  Good  God  !  on  what  a .  flender  thread 

Hang  everlafting  things ! 
Th'  eternal  ftates  of  all  the  dead 
Upon  life's  feeble  firings. 

6  Infinite  joy,  or  endlefs  woe, 

Attends  on  ev'ry  breath  ; 
And  yet  how  unconcerned  we  go 
Upon  the  brink  of  death.  - 

7  Waken,  O  Lord,  our  drowfy  fenfe 

To  walk  this  dangrcus  road  ; 

And  if  our  fouls  are  harry'd  hence, 

May  they  be  found  with  God. 


168  Hymns  and  B.  II. 

HYMN    LVI.     Common Metra 

The  misery  of  being  without  God  in  this  world ;  or> 
Vain  prosperity, 

3    TVT^  '  *  ma^  envy  them  no  more 
JJ\     Who  grow  profanely  great, 
Though  they  increafe  their  golden  ftore, 
And  rife  to  wond'rous  height. 
1  They  tafleof  all  the  joys  that  grow 
Upon  this  earthly  clod  ! 
Well,  they  may  fearch  the  creature  through, 
For  they  have  ne'er  a  God  : 

3  Shake  off  the  thoughts  of  dying  too, 

And  think  your  life  your  own ; 
But  death  comes  haft'ning  on  to  you, 
To  mow  your  glory  down. 

4  Yes,  you  mufl  bow  your  flately  head, 

Away  your  fpirit  flies ; 
And  no  kind  angel  near  your  bed, 
To  bear  it  to  the  ikies. 

5  Go  now,  and  boaft  of  all  your  ftores, 

And  tell  how  bright  they  mine  ; 
Your  heaps  of  glitt'ring  dufl  are  yours, 
And  my  Redeemers  mine. 

HYMN   LVII.    Long  Metre- 

The  pleasures  of  a  good  conscience. 

I   IT     O  R  D,  how  fecure  and  bled  are  they 
1  A   Who  feel  the  joys  of  pardon'd  fin? 
Should  ftorms  of  wrath  make  earth  and  fea, 
Their  minds  have  heav'n  and  peace  within. 


B.  II.         Spiritual   Songs.  169 

2  The  day  glides  fwiftly  o'er  their  heads, 
Made  up  of  innocence  and  love  : 
And,  foft  and  filent  as  the  fhades, 
The  nightly  minutes  gently  move. 

3  [Quick  as  their  thoughts  their  joys  come  on, 
But  fly  not  half  fo  faft  away  ; 

Their  fouls  are  ever  bright  as  noon, 
And  calm  as  fummer  ev'nings  be. 

4  How  oft  they  look  to  th'  heavenly  hills, 
Where  groves  of  living  pleafures  grow, 
And  longing  hopes  and  cheerful  imiles 
Sit  undifturb'd  upon  their  brow.] 

5  They  fcorn  to  feek  our  golden  toys ; 
But  fpend  the  day,  and  mare  the  night 
In  numb'ring  o'er  the  richer  joys, 
That  heaven  prepares  for  their  delight. 

6  While  wretched  we,  like  worms  and  moles, 
Lie  grov'ling  in  the  dud  below ; 
Almighty  grace,  renew  our  fouls, 

And  we  11  afpire  to  glory  too. 

HYMN    LVIIL     Common  Metre. 

The  shortness  of  life  and  the  goodness  of  God. 

1  HPIME  !  what  an  empty  vapour  'tis  ! 

X    And  days,  how  fwift  they  are ! 
Swift  as  an  Indian  arrow  flies, 
Or  like  a  mooting  flar. 

2  The  prefent  moments  juft  appear, 

Then  Aide  away  in  hafle, 
That  we  can  never  fay,  they're  here  j 
But  only  fay,  they're  paft. 
P 


17°  Hymns    and  B.  II. 

3  [Our  life  is  ever  on  the  wing, 

And  death  is  ever  nigh  ; 
The  moments  when  our  lives  begin, 
We  all  begin  to  die.] 

4  Yet,  mighty  God  !  our  fleeting  days 

Thy  lading  favours  (hare, 
Yet  with  the  bounties  of  thy  grace 
Thou  load'fl  the  rolling  year. 

5  'Tis  fov'reign  mercy  finds  us  food, 

And  we  are  cloth'd  with  love ; 
While  grace  (lands  pointing  out  the  road, 
That  leads  our  fouls  above. 

6  His  goodnefs  runs  an  endlefs  round ; 

All  glory  to  the  Lord : 
His  mercy  never  knows  a  bound  j 
And  be  his  name  ador'd. 

7  Thus  we  begin  the  lading  fong  ; 

And  when  we  clofe  our  eyes, 
Let  the  next  age  thy  praife  prolong, 
'Till  time  and  nature  dies. 

HYMN     LIX.     Common   Metre- 

Paradise  c?i  earth. 

i    ^1  LORY  to  God,  that  walks  the  fky, 
\j^"     An(J  fends  his  bleiiing  through  \ 
That  tells  his  faints  of  joys  on  high, 
And  gives  a  tafle  below. 

2  [Glory  to  God,  that  (loops  his  throne, 
"1  hat  dud  and  worms  may  fee't, 
And  brings  a  glimpfe  of  glory  down 
Around  his  facred  feet. 


B.  II.         Spiritual  Songs.  171 

3  When  Chrift,  with  all  his  graces  crown'd, 

Sheds  his  kind  beams  abroad, 
'Tis  a  young  heav'n  on  earthly  ground, 
And  glory  in  the  bud. 

4  A  blooming  paradife  of  joy 

In  this  wild  defart  fpringS, 

And  ev'ry  fenfe  I  ftrait  employ 

On  fweet  celeftial  things. 

5  White  lilies  all  around  appear, 

And  each  his  glory  mows  ; 
The  rofe  of  Sharon  blorToms  here, 
The  faireii  flow'r  that  blows. 

6  Cheerful  I  feafl  on  heav'nlv  fruit, 

And  bring  the  pleaiures  down  ; 
Pleafures  that  flow  hard  by  the  foot 
Of  the  eternal  throne.] 

7  But,  ah  !  how  foon  my  joys  decay, 

How  foon  my  fins  arife, 
And  fnatch  the  heav'nly  fcene  away 
From  thefe  lamenting  eyes  ! 

8  When  mail  the  time,  dear  Jefus,  when 

The  mining  day  appear, 
That  I  mall  leave  thofe  clouds  of  fin, 
And  guilt  and  darknefs  here  ? 

9  Up  to  the  fields,  above  the  fkies, 

My  hafty  feet  would  go, 
There  everlafting  flow'rs  arife, 
And  joys  un with' ring  grow. 


*72  Hymns    and  JB.  II. 

HYMN   LX.    Long  Metre. 

The  truth  of  God  the  promiser ;  or,  the  promises 

are  our  security. 
i   T)  RAISE,  everlafling  praife,  be  paid 

JL       To  him  that  earth's  foundation  laid ; 

Praife  to  the  God,  whofe  ftrong  decrees 

Sway  the  creation  as  he  pleafe. 

2  Praife  to  the  goodnefs  of  the  Lord, 
Who  rules  his  people  by  his  word, 
And  there,  as  (bong  as  his  decrees, 
He  fets  his  kindeft  promifes. 

3  [Firm  are  the  words  his  prophets  give  ; 
Sweet  words,  on  which  his  children  live  ; 
Each  of  them  is  the  voice  of  God, 
Who  fpoke,  and  fpread  the  fkies  abroad. 

4  Each  of  them  powerful  as  that  found, 
That  bid  the  new-made  world  go  round  ; 
And  ftrongcr  than  the  folid  poles, 

On  which  the  wheel  of  nature  rolls.] 

5  Whence  then  mould  doubts  and  fears  arife  ! 
Why  trickling  forrows  drown  our  eyes  ? 
Slowly,  alas !  our  mind  receives 

The  comforts  that  our  Maker  gives. 

6  Oh,  for  a  (hong,  a  lading  faith, 
To  credit  what  the  Almighty  lakh  ! 
T'  embrace  the  meilage  of  his  Son, 
An  J  call  the  joys  of  heav'n  our  own. 

7  Then  mould  the  earth's  old  pillars  ifhake, 
And  all  the  wheels  of  nature  break  ; 
Our  fleady  fouls  mail  fear  no  more 
Than  folid  rocks  when  billows  roar. 


B.  II.        Spiritual  Songs.  173 

8   Our  everlafting  hopes  arife 
Above  the  ruinable  fkies  ; 
Where  the  eternal  Builder  reigns, 
And  his  own  courts  his  pow'r  fuftains. 

HYMN    LXI.     Common  Metre. 

A  thought  of  death  and  glory. 
i    T\  /§"  Y  foul,  come  meditate  the  day, 
XyJl.      And  think  how  near  it  Hands, 
When  thou  mud  quit  this  houfe  of  clay, 
And  fly  to  unknown  lands. 

2  [And  you,  mine  eyes,  look  down  and  view 

The  hollow  gaping  tomb  : 
This  gloomy  prifon  waits  for  you, 
Whene'er  the  fummons  come.J 

3  Oh,  could  we  die  with  thofe  that  die, 

And  place  us  in  their  (lead  ; 
Then  would  our  fpirits  learn  to  fly, 
And  converfe  with  the  dead  : 

4  Then  mould  we  fee  the  faints  above, 

In  their  own  glorious  forms, 
And  wonder  why  our  fouls  mould  love 
To  dwell  with  mortal  worms. 

5  [How  we  mould  fcorn  thefe  clothes  of  flefh? 

Thefe  fetters,  and  this  load  ; 
And  long  for  ev'ning  to  imdrefs, 
That  we  may  reft  with  God.  J 

6  We  mould  almoft  forfake  our  clay 

Before  the  fummons  come, 
And  pray,  and  wiih  our  fouls  away 
To  their  eternal  home. 
P  2 


x74  Hymns  and  B.  II. 

HYMN    LXII.     Common  Metre. 

God  the  thunderer  ;  or,  The   last  judgment— and 

hell* 
i    C  ING  to  the  Lord,  ye  heav'nly  hofls, 
O     And  thou,  O  earth,  adore  : 
Let  death  and  hell,  thro'  all  their  coafts, 
Stand  trembling  at  his  pow'r. 

2  His  founding  chariot  makes  the  Iky, 

He  makes  the  clouds  his  throne ; 
There  all  his  (lores  of  lightning  lie, 
'Till  vengeance  darts  them  down. 

3  His  noftrils  breathe  out  fiery  flreams, 

And  from  his  awful  tongue, 
A  fovereign  voice  divides  the  flames, 
And  thunder  roars  along. 

4  Think,  O  my  foul,  the  dreadful  day 

When  this  incenfed  God 
~Shall  rend  the  fky,  and  burn  the  fea, 
And  fling  his  wrath  abroad  ? 

5  What  mail  the  wretch,  the  fmner  do  ? 

He  once  defy'd  the  Lord  ; 
But  he  mail  dread  the  Thund'rer  now, 
And  fink  beneath  his  word. 

6  Tempefts  of  angry  fire  fhall  roll, 

To  blaft  the  rebel  worm, 
And  beat  upon  his  naked  foul 
In  one  eternal  flor.m- 


Made  in  a  great  sudden  ttorm  of  thunder,  Auguft  the  20th 
1697.  - 


B.  II.         Spiritual  Songs.  175 

HYMN   LXIII.     Common  Metre. 

A  funeral  thought. 

1  TTARK!  from  the  tombs,  a  doleful  found, 

My  ears  attend  the  cry  ; 
"  Ye  living  men,  come,  view  the  ground 
"  Where  you  muft  fhortly  lie. 

2  "  Princes,  this  clay  muft  be  your  bed, 

"  In  fpite  of  all  your  tow'rs  ; 
"  The  tall,  the  wife,  the  rev'rend  head, 
"  Muft  lie  as  low  as  ours." 

3  Great  God  !  is  this  our  certain  doom  ? 

And  are  we  ftill  fecure  ? 
Still  walking  downwards  to  our  tomb, 
And  yet  prepare  no  more  ? 

4  Grant  us  the  pow'rs  of  quick  ning  grace, 

To  fit  our  fouls  to  fly  ; 
Then,  when  we  drop  this  dying  flefh* 
We'll  rife  above  the  iky. 

HYMN    LXIV.     Long  Metre. 

God  the  glory  and  the  defence  of  Sion.. 

1  T  TAPPY  the  church,  thou  facred  place, 
J7l  The  feat  of  thy  Creator's  grace  ; 
Thine  holy  courts  are  his  abode  : 

Thou  earthly  palace  of  our  God. 

2  Thy  walls  are  ftrength,  and  at  thy  gates 
A  guard  of  heav'niy  warriors  waits  ; 

.  Nor  fhall  thy  deep  foundations  move, 
Fix'd  on  his  counfels  and  his  love. 

3  Thy  foes  in  vain  defigns  engage, 
Againft  his  throne  in  vain  they  rage ; 


ty€  Hymns  and  B.  II, 

Like  rifmg  waves,  with  angry  roar, 
That  daih  and  die  upon  the  more. 

4  Then  let  our  fouls  in  Sion  dwell, 
Nor  fear  the  wrath  of  Rome  and  hell : 
His  arms  embrace  this  happy  ground, 
Like  brazen  bulwarks  built  around.  ' 

5  God  is  our  fhield,  and  God  our  fun  ; 
Swift  as  the  fleeting  moments  run, 
On  us  he  fheds  new  beams  of  grace, 
And  we  refled  his  brighten;  praife. 

HYMN    LXV.     Common  Metre. 

The  hope  of  heaven  our  support  under  trials  on 
earth. 

1  "\X7^HEN  l  can  read  my title  clear 

V  V     To  manfions  in  the  Ikies, 
I  bid  farewell  to  ev'ry  fear, 
And  wipe  my  weeping  eyes. 

2  Should  earth  againft  my  foul  engage, 

And  hellifh  darts  be  hurl'd, 

Then  I  can  fmile  at  Satan's  rage, 

And  face  a  frowning  world. 

3  Let  cares,  like  a  wild  deluge,  come,, 

And  dorms  of  forrow  fall ; 
May  I  but  fafely  reach  my  home, 
My  God,  my  heav'n,  my  all : 

4.  There  mall  I  bathe  my  weary  foul 
In  feas  of  heav'nly  reft, 
And  not  a  wave  of  trouble  roll 
Acrofs  my  peaceful  breail. 


JJ.  II.         Spiritual  Songs.         177 
HYMN   LXVL     Common  Metre. 

A  prospect  of  heaven  makes  death  easy. 

1  npHERE  is  a  land  of  pure  delight, 

I      Where  faints  immortal  reign, 
.  Infinite  day  excludes  the  night, 
^nd  pleafures  banifh  pain. 

2  There  everlafting  fpring  abides, 

And  never-with'ring  flow'rs : 
Death,  like  a  narrow  fea,  divides 
This  heav'nly  land  from  ours. 

3  [Sweet  fields  beyond  the  fwelling  flood 

Stand  drefs'd  m  living  green  \ 
So  to  the  Jews  old  Canaan  flood, 
While  Jordan  roll'd  between. 

4  But  tim'rous  mortals  Hart  and  fhrink, 

To  crofs  this  narrow  fea, 
And  linger,  fhiv'ring  on  the  brink, 
And  fear  to  launch  away.] 

5  Oh  !  could  we  make  our  doubts  remove, 

Thofe  gloomy  doubts  that  rife, 
And  fee  the  Canaan  that  we  love, 
With  unbeclouded  eyes ! 

6  Could  we  but  climb  where  Mofes  flood, 

And  view  the  landfcape  o'er, 
Not  Jordan's  dream,  nor  death's  cold  flood, 
Should  fright  us  from  the  more. 


HYMN   LXVII.     Common  Metre. 


G 


God's  eternal  dominion. 
RE  AT  God  !  how  infinite  art  thou  ! 
What  worthlefs  worms  are  we  ? 


*7%  Hymns   and  B.  IL 

Let  the  whole  race  of  creatures  bow, 
And  pay  their  praife  to  thee. 

2  Thy  throne  eternal  ages  flood, 

E'er  feas  or  ftars  were  made : 
Thou  art  the  ever-living  God,  * 
Were  all  the  nations  dead. 

3  Nature  and  time  quite  naked  lis 

To  thine  immenfe  furvey, 

From  the  formation  of  the  fky, 

To  the  great  burning  day. 

4  Eternity,  with  all  its  years, 

Stand  prefent  in  thy  view ; 
To  Thee  there's  nothing  old  appears  • 
Great  God !  there's  nothing  new.  ' 

5  Our  lives  through  various  fcenes  are  drawn, 

And  vex'd  with  trifling  cares, 
While  thine  eternal  thoughts  move  on 
Thine  undifturb'd  affairs. 

6  Great  God  !  how  infinite  art  Thou  ! 

What  worthlefs  worms  are  we  ! 
Let  the  whole  race  of  creatures  bow, 
And  pay  their  praife  to  Thee ! 

HYMN    LXVIIL     Common  Metre. 

The  humble  worship  of  heaven. 
i   "C1  ATHER,  I  long,  I  faint  to  fee 

JL        '1  he  place  of  thine  abode ;  m 

I'd  leave  thy  earthly  courts,  and  flee 
Up  to  thy  feat,  my  God  ! 
2  Here  I  behold  thy  diftant  face, 
And  'tis  a  pleafing  fight  • 


p.  II.        Spiritual  Songs.  179 

But  to  abide  in  thine  embrace, 
Is  infinite  delight. 

3  I'd  part  with  ail  the  joys  of  fenfe, 

To  gaze  upon  thy  throne  ; 
Pleafures  fprings  frefh  for  ever  thence, 
>      Unfpeakable,  unknown. 

4  [There  all  the  heav'nly  hofls  are  feen, 

In  mining  ranks  they  move, 
And  drink  immortal  vigour  in, 
With  wonder  and  with  love. 

5  Then,  at  thy  feet,  with  awful  fear, 

Th'  adoring  armies  fall : 
With  joy  they  ihrink  to  nothing  there, 
Before  the  eternal  ALL. 

6  There  I  would  vie  with  all  the  hoft, 

In  duty  and  in  blifs  : 
While  less  than  nothing  I  could  boaft, 
And  vanity  confefs.] 

7  The  more  thy  glories  ftrike  mine  eyes, 

The  humbler  I  (hall  lie  ; 
Thus,  while  I  fink,  my  joys  mall  rife 
Unmeafurably  high. 

HYMN    LXIX.     Common  Metre. 

The  faithfulness  of  God  in  the  promises. 
EGIN,  my  tongue,  fome  heav'nly  theme, 


B 


And  fpeak  fome  boundlefs  thing  ; 
The  mighty  works,  or  mightier  name, 
Of  our  eternal  King. 

2  Tell  of  his  wond'rous  faithfulnefs, 
And  found  his  pow'r  abroad, 


180  Hymns    and  B.  II, 

Sing  the  fweet  promife  of  his  grace, 
And  the  performing  God. 

3  Proclaim  falvation  from  the  Lord 

For  wretched  dying  men  ; 
His  hands  has  writ  the  facred  word 
With  an  immortal  pen. 

4  Engrav'd  as  in  eternal  brafs, 

The  mighty  promise  fhines  : 
Nor  can  the  powers  of  darknefs  raze 
Thofe  everlafting  lines.] 

5  He  that  can  dafh  whole  worlds  to  death, 

And  make  them  when  he  pleafe, 
He  fpeaks,  and  that  almighty  breath 
Fulfils  his  great  decrees. 

6  His  very  word  of  grace  is  ftrong 

As  that  which  built  the  ikies  ; 
The  voice  that  rolls  the  flars  along 
Speaks  all  the  promifes. 

7  He  faid,  "  Let  the  wide  heaven  be  fpread," 

And  heav'n  was  ftretch'd  abroad  ; 
*  Abrah'm,  HI  be  thy  God,"  he  faid, 
And  he  was  Abraham's  God. 

S  Oh,  might  I  hear  thine  heav'nly  tongue 
But  v/hifper,  "  Thou  art  mine !" 
Thofe  gentle  words  mould  raife  my  fong 
To  notes  almoft  divine. 

9  How  would  my  weeping  heart  rejoice, 
And  think  my  heav'n  fecure ! 
I  truft  the  All-Creating  voice, 
And  faith  defires  no  more. 


B.  II.         Spiritual   Songs.  181 

HYMN   LXX.     Long  Metre. 

God's  dominion  over  the  sea,    Pfalm  cvii.  23,  &c# 

1  /^1  O  D  of  the  feas,  thy  thund'ring  voice, 
\J  Makes  all  the  roaring  waves  rejoice  i 
And  one  foft  word  of  thy  command, 

Can  fink  them  filent  in  the  fand. 

2  If  but  a  Mofes  wave  thy  rod, 

The  fea  divides,  and  owns  its  God  ; 
The  ftormy  floods  their  Maker  knew, 
And  let  his  chofen  armies  through. 

3  The  fcaly  fhoals  amidft  the  fea 

To  thee,  their  Lord,  a  tribute  pay  ; 
The  meaned  nfh,  that  fwims  the  flood, 
Leaps  up,  and  means  a  praife  to  God. 

4  The  larger  monders  of  the  deep 
On  thy  commands  attendance  keep  ; 
By  thy  permiffion,  fport  and  play, 
And  cleave  along  their  foaming  way. 

5  If  God  his  voice  of  temped  rears 
Leviathan  lies  dill,  and  fears  ; 
Anon  he  lifts  his  nodrils  high, 
And  fpouts  the  ocean  to  the  fky. 

6  How  is  thy  glorious  pow'r  ador'd 
Amidd  thefe  wat'ry  nations,  Lord ! 
Yet  the  bold  men  that  trace  the  feas, 
Bold  men  refufe  their  Maker's  praife. 

7  [What  fcenes  of  miracles  they  fee, 
And  never  tune  a  fong  to  thee  ! 
While  on  the  flood  they  fafely  ride, 
They  curfe  the  hand  that  fmooths  the  tide. 

oi 


182  Hymns    and  B.  II 

8  Anon  they  plunge  in  wat'ry  graves, 
And  fome  drinks  death  among  the  waves  ; 
Yet  the  furviving  crew  blafpheme, 

Nor  own  the  God  that  refcu'd  them.] 

9  Oh,  for  fome  fignal  of  thine  hand  ! 
Shake  all  the  feas,  Lord  fhake  the  land  ; 
Great  Judge  !  defcend,  left  men  deny 
That  there's  a  God  that  rules  the  fky. 

HYMN   LXXI.     Common  Metre. 

Praise  to  God  from  all  creatures. 

1  rT^HE  glories  of  my  Maker,  God, 

X     My  joyful  voice  mall  fmg, 
And  call  the  nations  to  adore 
Their  F6rmer  and  their  King. 

2  'Twas  his  right  hand  that  map'd  our  clay, 

And  wrought  this  human  frame  ; 
But  from  his  own  immediate  breath 
Our  nobler  fpirits  came. 

3  We  bring  our  mortal  pow'rs  to  God, 

And  worlhip  with  our  tongues  ; 
We  claim  fome  kindred  with  the  Ikies, 
And  join  th'  angelic  fongs. 

4  Yet  grov'ling  beafts  of  ev'ry  fhape, 

And  fowls  of  ev'ry  wing, 
And  rocks,  and  trees,  and  fires,  and  feas, 
Their  various  tribute  bring. 

5  Ye  planets  to  his  honour  mine,     . 

And  wheels  of  nature  roll, 
Praife  him  in  your  unweary'd  courfe 
Around  the  fteady  pole. 


B.  II.       Spiritual  Songs.  183 

6  The  brightnefs  of  our  Maker's  name 
The  wide  creation  fills, 
And  his  unbounded  grandeur  flies, 
Beyond  the  heav'nly  hills. 

HYMN   LXXII.     Common  Metre. 

The  Lord's  day  ;  or,  The  resurrection  of  Christ. 

1  IDLEST  morning,  whofe  young  dawning  ray 
D    Behold  our  rifmg  God  ; 

That  faw  him  triumph  o'er  the  dufl, 
And  leave  his  Jail  abode. 

2  In  the  cold  prifon  of  a  tomb 

The  dear  Redeemer,  lay, 
'Till  the  revolving  Ikies  had  brought 
The  third,  th'  appointed  day. 

3  Hell  and  the  grave  unite  their  force 

To  hold  our  God  in  vain ; 
The  fleeping  conqueror  arofe, 
And  burft  their  feeble  chain. 

4  To  thy  great  name,  almighty  Lord, 

Thefe  facred  hours  we  pay, 
And  loud  Hofannas  fhall  proclaim 
The  triumph  of  the  day. 

5  [Salvation  and  immortal  praife 

To  our  victorious  King  ; 
Let  heav'n,  and  earth,  and  rocks,  and  feas, 
With  glad  Hofannas  ring.] 


184  JJ  ym  ns    and  B.  II. 

HYNM    LXXIII.     Common  Metre. 

Doubts  scattered  ;  or,  Spiritual  joys  restored. 

1  TLJpNCE  from  my  foul  fad  thoughts  begone, 
JL  JL  And  leave  me  to  my  joys ; 

My  tongue  ihall  triumph  in  my  God, 
And  make  a  joyful  noife. 

2  Darknefs  and  doubts  had  veiled  my  mind, 

"  And  drown'd  my  head  in  tears, 
'Till  fov'reign  grace  with  mining  rays, 
Difpell'd  my  gloomy  fears. 

3  Oh  !  what  immortal  joys  I  felt, 

And  raptures  all  divine, 
When  Jefus  told  me  I  was  his, 
And  my  beloved  mine  ! 

4  In  vain  the  tempter  frights  my  foul, 

And  breaks  my  peace  in  vain  ; 
One  glinipfe,  dear  Saviour,  of  thy  face, 
Revives  my  joys  again. 

HYMN   LXXIV.     Short  Metre. 

Repentance  from  a  sense  of  divine  goodness  ;  or,' A 
complaint  of  ingratitude. 

1  TS  this  the  kind  return, 

i  And  thefe  the  thanks  we  owe, 
Thus  to  abufe  eternal  love, 
Whence  all  our  bleflings  flow  ! 

2  To  what  a  flubborn  frame 

Has  fin  redue'd  our  mind  ! 
What  ftrange  rebellious  wretches  we, 
And  God  as  ftrangely  kind ! 


B.  II.         Spiritual  Songs.  185 

3  [On  us  he  bids  the  fun 

Shed  its  reviving  rays  ; 
For  us  the  ikies  their  circles  run, 
To  lengthen  out  our  days. 

4  The  brutes  obey  their  God, 

And  bow  their  necks  to  men  : 
But  we  more  bafe,  more  brutifh  things, 
Rejed  his  eafy  reign  ] 

5  Turn,  turn  us,  mighty  God, 

And  mould  our  fouls  afrefh  ; 
Break,  fov'reign  grace,  thefe  hearts  of  (lone, 
And  give  us  hearts  of  nefh. 

6  Let  old  ingratitude 

Provoke  our  weeping  eyes, 
And  hourly,  as  new  mercies  fall, 
Let  hourly  thanks  arife. 

HYMN  LXXV.     Common  Metre. 

Spiritual  and  eternal  joy  ;    or,   The  beatifick  vision 
of  Christ. 

1   T^  ROM  thee,  my  God,  my  joys  fhall  rife, 
JL         And  run  eternal  rounds. 
Beyond  the  limits  of  the  fides, 
And  all  created  bounds. 

£  The  holy  triumphs  of  my  foul 
Shall  death  itfelf  out-brave, 
Leave  dull  mortality  behind, 
And  fly  beyond  the  grave. 


rein-ns. 


3  There  where  my  bl^Ted  Jefus  reig 
In  heav'n's  unmeafur'dfpace, 
I'll  fpend  a  long  eternity 
In  pleafure  and  in  praife, 


*86  Hymns  and  B.  II. 

4  Millions  of  years  my  wond'ring  eyes 

Shall  o'er  thy  beauties  rove, 
And  endiefs  ages  Til  adore 
The  glories  gf  "thy  love. 

5  Sweet  Jefus,  ev'ry 'fmile  of  thine 

Shall  frefh  endearments  bring, 
And  thoufand  tafr.es  of  new  delight 
From  all  thy  graces  fpring. 

6  Hafte,  my  beloved,  fetch  my  foul 

Up  to  thy  bjefs'd  abode ; 
Fly,  for  ray  fpirit  longs  to  fee 
My  Saviour,  and  my  God.] 

HYMN    LXXVI.    Common  Metre.      . 

The  resurrection  and  ascension  of  Christ. 

1  TT  OS  ANNA  to  the  Prince  of  light, 
JL  A.     That  cloth'd  hirnfelf  in  clay  ; 
Enter'd  the  iron  gates  of  death, 

And  tore  the  bars  away. 

2  Death  is  no  more  the  king  of  dread, 

Since  our  Immanuel  rofe ; 
He  took  the  tyrant's  fting  away, 
And  fpoil'd  our  heilim  foes. 

3  See  how  the  conq'ror  mounts  aloft, 

And  to  his  Father  flies, 
With  fears  of  honour  in  his  flefh, 
And  triumph  in  his  eyes. 

\  There  our  exalted  Saviour  reigns, 
And  fcatters  blefTmgs  down  ; 
Our  Jefus  fills  the  middle  feat  % 

Of  the  celeflial  throne. 


B.  II.         Spiritual  Songs.  187 

5  [Raife  your  devotion,  mortal  tongues, 

To  reach  his  bleft  abod  e, 
Sweet  be  the  accents  of  your  fongs 
To  our  incarnate  God. 

6  Bright  angels,  ftrike  your  loudefl  firings, 

Your  fweeteft  voices  raife  ; 
Let  heav'n,  and  all  created  things, 
Sound  our  ImmanuePs  praife.] 

HYMN    LXXVII.     Long  Metre. 

The  Christian  warfare* 

1  r  O  TAND  up,  my  foul,  make  off  thy  fears, 

|^)      And  gird  the  gpfpel  armour  on  ; 
March  to  the  gates  of  endlefs  joy, 
Where  thy  great  Captain,  Saviour's  gone. 

2  Hell  and  thy  fins  refifl  thy  courfe, 
But  hell  and  fin  are  vanquifh'd  foes ; 
Thy  Jems  naiPd  them  to  the  crofs, 
And  fung  the  triumph  when  herofe.] 

3  [What  though  the  prince  of  darknefs  rage, 
And  wafte  the  fury  of  his  fpite  ? 

Eternal  chains  confine  him  down 
To  fiery  deeps,  and  endlefs  night. 

4  What  though  thine  inward  lufts  rebel  ? 
'Tis  but  a  flruggling  gafp  for  life ; 
The  weapons  of  victorious  grace 
Shall  flay  thy  fms,  and  end  the  flrife.  j 

5  Then  let  my  foul  march  boldly  on, 
Prefs  forward  to  the  heav'nly  gate, 
There  peace  and  joy  eternal  reign, 
And  glitt'ring  robes  for  conq'rors  wait. 


*88  Hymns    and  B.  II. 

6  There  fhall  I  wear  a  flarry  crown, 
And  triumph  in  almighty  grace, 
While  all  the  armies  of  the  fkies 
Join  in  my  glorious  Leader's  praife. 

HYMN    LXXVIII.    Common  Metre. 

Redemption  by  Christ, 

1  "V^T"^  HEN  tne  firft  parents  of  our  race 

VV        Rebell'd,  and  loft  their  God, 
And  the  infection  of  their  fin 
Had  tainted  all  our  blood  ; 

2  Infinite  pity  touch'd  the  heart 

Of  the  eternal  Son, 
Defcending  from  the  heav'nly  court, 
He  left  his  Father's  throne. 

3  A  fide  the  Prince  of  glory  threw 

His  molt  divine  array, 
And  wrapM  his  Godhead  in  a  veil 
Of  our  inferior  clay. 

4  His  living  pow'r,  and  dying  love, 

Redeem'd  unhappy  men  : 
And  rais'd  the  ruins  of  our  race 
To  life  and  God  again. 

5  To  thee,  dear  Lord,  our  flefh  and  foul 

We  joyfully  refign  ; 
Bleft  Jeius,  take  us  for  thy  own  ; 
For  we  are  doubly  thine. 

6  Thine  honour  fhall  for  ever  be 

'1  he  bufinefs  of  our  days, 
For  ever  fhall  our  thankful  'tongues 
Speak  thy  deferved  praife. 


B.  II.         Spiritual   Songs.  189 

HYMN  LXXIX.    Common  Metre. 

Praise  to  the  Redeemer. 

1  T)  LUNG'D  in  a  gulf  of  dark  defpair 

\         We  wretched  finners  lay, 
Without  one  cheerful  beam  of  hope, 
Or  fpark  of  glimm'ring  day. 

2  With  pitying  eyes  the  Prince  of  grace 

Beheld  our  helplefs  grief; 
He  law  and  (O  amazing  love  !) 
He  ran  to  our  relief. 

3  Down  from  the  mining  feats  above, 

With  joyful  hafte  he  fled, 
Enter' d  the  grave  in  mortal  rlem, 
And  dwelt  among  the  dead. 

4  He  fpoil'd  the  pow'rs  of  darknefs  thus, 

And  brake  our  iron  chains  ; 
Jefus  has  freed  our  captive  fouls, 
From  ever  lading  pains. 

5  [In  vain  the  baffled  prince  of  hell 

His  curfed  projects  tries  ; 
We  that  were  doom'd  his  endlefs  Haves, 
Are  rais'd  above  the  ikies.] 

6  Oh,  for  this  love  let  rocks  and  hills 

Their  lading  filence  break, 
And  all  harmonious  human  tongues 
The  Saviour's  praifes  fpeak. 

7  [Yes,  we  will  praife  thee,  dearefl  Lord, 

Our  fouls  are  all  on  flame ; 
Hofanna  round  the  fpacious  earth 
To  thine  adored  name. 


*9°  Hymns  and  B,  II. 

8  Angels,  affift  our  mighty  joys, 
Strike  all  your  harps  of  gold  ; 
But  when  you  raife  your  higheft  notes, 
His  love  can  ne'er  be  told,] 

HYMN    LXXX.     Short  Metre. 

Cod's  awful  power  and  goodness. 

1  (~\U  !  the  almighty  Lord ! 

V-/     How  matchlefs  is  his  pow'r ' 
iremble,  O  earth,  beneath  his  word, 
While  all  the  heav'ns  adore. 

2  Let  proud  imperious  kings 

Bow  low  before  his  throne  f 

CnUCi!  ^J?  feet'  JQh™&ty  things, 
Or  he  mail  tread  you  down. 

3  Above  the  fkies  he  reigns, 

And  with  amazing  blows, 
He  deals  infufferable  pains 
On  his  rebellious  foes. 

4  Yet  everlafting  God, 

We  love  to  fpeak  thy  praife ; 
Thy  fceptre's  equal  to  thy  rod, 
The  fceptre  of  thy  grace. 

5  The  arms  of  mighty  love 

Defend  our  Zion  well, 
And  heav'nly  mercy  walls  us  round 
From  Babylon  and  hell. 

6  Salvation  to  the  King 

That  fits  enthron'd  above  ; 
Thus  we  adore  the  God  of  might 
And  blefs  the  God  of  love.  ° 


B.  II.         Spiritual  Songs.  iqi 

HYMN    LXXXI.     Common  Metre. 

Our  sins  the  cause  of  Christ's  death. 

i       A   ND  now  the  fcales  have  left  mine  eyes, 
jLX.     Now  I  begin  to  fee  : 
Oh  i.ne  curs'cl  deeds  my  fms  have  done ! 
What  murd'rous  things  they  be ! 

2  Were  thefe  the  traitors,  deareft  Lord, 
That  thy  fair  body  tore  ? 
Monflers,  that  ftain  d  thofe  heavenly  limbs 
With  floods  of  purple  gore ! 

5   Was  it  for  crimes  that  I  had  done, 
My  deareft  Lord  was  flain, 
When  juftice  feiz'd  God!s  only  Son, 
And  put  his  foul  to  pain  ? 

4  Forgive  my  guilt,  a  Prince  of  Peace, 

1 11  wound  my  God  no  more  : 
Hence  from  my  heart,  ye  fms,  begone, 
For  Jefus  I  adore. 

5  Furnifh  me,  Lord,  with  heav'nly  arms 

From  grace's  magazine, 

And  Fll  proclaim  eternal  war 

V^ith  every  darling  fin. 

HYMN    LXXXII.     Common  Metre. 

Redemption  and  protection  from  spiritual  e?temies. 

1  A   RISE>  m7  foul,  my  joyful  pow'rs, 
JTjL     And  triumph  in  my  God  ; 
Awake,   my  foul,  and  loud  proclaim 

His  glorious  grace  abroad. 

2  He  rais'd.  me  from  the  deeps  of  fin, 

The  gates  of  gaping  hell, 


r 


192  Hymns  and  B.  II, 

And  fix'd  my  {landing  more  fecurc 
Than  'twas  before  I  fell. 

3  The  arms  of  everlafting  love, 

Beneath  my  foul  he  plac'd, 
And  on  the  Rock  of  ages  fet 
My  flipp'ry  footfteps  faft. 

4  The  city  of  my  bleft  abode 

Is  wall'd  around  with  grace 
Salvation  for  a  bulwark  {lands 
To  fliield  the  facred  place. 

5  Satan  may  vent  his  marpeft  fpite, 

And  all  his  legions  roar  ; 
Almighty  mercy  guards  my  life. 
And  bounds  his  raging  pow  r. 

6  Arife,  my  foul,  awake,  my  voice, 

And  tunes  of  pleafure  fing  ; 
Loud  Hallelujahs  fhall  addrefs 
My  Saviour  and  my  King. 

HYMN    LXXXIII.     Common  Metre. 

The  passion  and  exaltation  $f  Christ. 

1  npKUS  faith  the  Ruler  of  the  fkies, 

A     "  Awake,  my  dreadful  fword  ; 
"  Awake,  my  wrath,  and  fmite  the  Man, 
«  My  fellow,"  faith  the  Lord. 

2  Vengeance  receivM  the  dread  command, 

And,  armed,  down  fhe  flies  : 
Jefus  fubmits  t'  his  Father's  hand, 
And  bows  his  head,  and  dies. 

3  But  oh  !  the  wifdom  and  the  grace 

That  join'd  with  vengeance  now ! 


B.  II.        Spiritual  Songs.  193 

He  dies  to  fave  our  guilty  race, 
And  yet  he  rifes  too. 

4  A  perfon  fo  divine  was  he, 

Who  yielded  to  be  flain, 
That  he  could  give  his  foul  away, 
And  take  his  life  again. 

5  Live,  glorious  Lord,  and  reign  on  high, 

Let  ev'ry  nation  fing, 
And  angels  found,  with  endlefs  joy, 
The  Saviour  and  the  King. 

HYMN    LXXX1V.     Short  Metre. 

The  fame, 

I    ^*N  OME,  all  harmonious  tongues, 
\^A   Your  nobleft  mufic  bring  -, 
*Tis  Chrift  the  everlafling  God, 
And  Chrift  the  man,  we  fing. 

a  Tell  how  he  took  our  flefh, 
To  take  away  our  guilt ; 
Sing  the  dear  drops  of  facred  blood 
That  hellifh  monfters  fpilt. 

3  [Alas !  the  cruel  fpear 

Went  deep  into  his  fide, 
And  the  rich  flood  of  purple  gore 
Their  murd'rous  weapons  dy'd.] 

4  [The  waves  of  fwelling  grief 

Did  o'er  his  bofom  roll, 
And  mountains  of  Almighty  wrath 
Lay  heavy  on  his  foul.] 

5  Down  to  the  (hades  of  death 

He  bow'd  his  awful  head  ; 
R 


J54  Hymns  and  B#   tT> 

Y %2H?  arfe  t0  ,ive'  and  reign 
When  death  itfelf  is  dead. 

6  No  more  the  bloody  fpear, 
P     rnr°fSand  na^nomore; 
^^".ff^kesathisnam;. 
And  all  the  heav'ns  adore. 

7  There  the  Redeemer  fits 
T-,Hl|h°n  the  Father's  throne. 
The  Father  lays  his  vengeance  by, 

And  fniiles  upon  his  Son.       7 

8  Th'rre1hisfuI1  Tories  mine 

Wnh  uncreated  rays 

And  blefs  his  faints  and  angels  eyes 
i  o  everlafhng  days. 

HYMNLXXXV.     Common  Metre. 
Sufficiency  of  pardon. 

WHY  does  your  face,  ye  humble  fouls, 
Ihofe  mournful  colours  wear?       ' 
™  hat  doubt,  are  thefe  that  wafte  your  faith 
A  nd  nouriih  your  defpair  ?        Y         ^ 

What  though  your  num'rous  fins  exceed 

The  flars  that  fill  the  ikies, 
And  aiming  at  the  eternal  throne, 

Like  pointed  mountains  rife. 

What  though  your  mighty  guilt  beyond 

I  he  wide  creation  fwell  * 

And  has  its  curft  foundations  laid 
Low  as  the  deeps  of  hell. 

See  here  an  endlefs  ocean  flows 
Uf  never-failing  grace; 


B.  II.         Spiritual  Songs. 

Behold  a  dying  Saviour's  veins 
The  facred  flood  increafe. 

5  It  rifes  high,   and  drowns  the  hills, 
Has  neither  fhore  nor  bound  : 
Now  if  we  fearch  to  find  our  fins, 
Our  fins  can  ne'er  be  found. 

€  Awake,  our  hearty  adore  the  grace 
That  buries  all  our  faults, 
And  pard'ning  blood,  that  fwells  above 
Our  follies  and  our  thoughts. 

HYMN   LXXXVI.     Common  Metre. 

Freedom  from  sin  and misery p,  in  heaven. 

1  /^\UR  fins,  alas !  how  flrong  they  be  ! 
\J   A  nd  like  a  vi'lent  fea, 

They  break  our  duty,  Lord,  to  thee, 
And  hurry  us  away. 

2  The  waves  of  trouble,  how  they  rife ! 

How  loud  the  tempefls  roar  ! 
But  death  mail  land  our  weary  fouls 
Safe  on  the  heav'nly  fhore. 

3  There,  to  fulfil  his  fweet  commands, 

Our  fpeedy  feet  fhall  move  ; 
No  fin  fhall  clog  our  winged  zeal, 
Or  cool  our  burning  love. 

4  There  we  fhall  fit,  and  fmg,  and  tell 

The  wonders  of  his  grace, 
'Till  heav'nly  raptures  fire  our  hearts, 
And  fmile  in  every  face. 

5  For  ever  his  dear  facred  name 

Shall  dwell  upon  our  tongue, 


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ig6  H  y  m  n  s   and  B.  II. 

And  Jefus  and  falvatfon  be 
1  he  clofe  of  ev'ry  fong. 

HYMN  LXXXVII.     Common  Metre. 

The  divine  glories  above  our  reason. 

1  TJOWwond'rous  great!  how  glorious  bright 
O     Muft  our  Creator  be, 

Whj  dwells  amidft  the  dazzling  light 
Of  vafl  infinity ! 

2  Our  foaring  fpirits  upward  rife 

Tow'rd  the  celeftial  throne  : 
Fain  would  we  fee  the  bleffed  Three, 
And  the  almighty  One. 

3  Our  reafon  ftretches  all  its  wings, 

And  climbs  above  the  fkies; 
But  flill  how  far  beneath  thy  feet 
Our  grov'ling  reafon  lies ! 

4  [Lord,  here  we  bend  our  humble  fouls, 

And  awfully  adore : 
For  the  weak  pinions  of  our  mind, 
Car}  ftretch  a  thought  no  more.j 

5  Thy  glories  infinitely  rife 

Above  our  labouring  tongue  ; 
In  vain  the  highefl  feraph  tries 
To  form,an  equal  fong. 

6  [In  humble  notes  our  faith  adores 

The  great  myfterious  King  ; 
While  angels  (train  their  nobler  pow'rs, 
And  fweep  th'  immortal  firing. 


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HYMN   LXXXVIII.     Common  Metre. 


■s 


Salvation. 

ALVATION  !  O  the  joyful  found  ! 
5Tis  pleafure  to  our  ears ; 
A  fov'reign  balm  for  every  wound, 
A  cordial  for  our  fears. 

1  Bury'd  in  forrow  and  in  fin, 
At  hell's  dark  door  we  lay  ; 
But  we  arife,  by  grace  divine, 
To  fee  a  heav'nly  day. 

3  Salvation  !  let  the  echo  fly 
1  he  fpacious  earth  around, 
While  all  the  armies  of  the  fky 
Confpire  to  raife  the  found. 

HYMN  LXXXIX.    Common  Metre, 

Chris fs  victory  over  Satan. 

H  OS  ANNA  to  our  conq'ring  King  ! 
The  Prince  of  darknefs  flies, 
His  troops  rufh  headlong  down  to  hell, 
Like  lightning  from  the  fides, 

1  There,  bound  in  chains,  the  lions  roar, 
And  fright  the  refcu'd  fheep  ; 
But  heavy  bars  confine  their  pow'r 
And  malice  to  the  deep. 

)  Hofanna  to  our  conq'ring  King, 
All  hail,  incarnate  love  ! 
Ten  thoufand  fongs  and  glories  wait 
To  crown  my  head  above. 

Thy  vicYries  and  thy   deathlefs  fame, 
Through  the  wide  world  fhall  run  % 
R  2 


19$  Hymns   and  B.  II. 

And  everlafting  ages  fing 

The  triumphs  thou  haft  won. 

R'YMN   XC.     Common  Metre. 

Faith  in   Christy  for  pardon  and  sanctification. 

1  1LJOW  fad  our  ftate  by  nature  is ! 
JL  JL  Our  fins  how  deep  it  ftains  ! 
And  Satan  binds  our  captive  minds 

Faft  in  his  flavifh  chains. 

2  But  there's  a  voice  of  fov'reign  grace 

Sounds  from  the  facred  word ; 
"  Ho  !  ye  defpairing  Tinners  come, 
",And  trull  upon  the  Lord.'' 

3  My  foul  obeys  th*  almighty  call, 

And  runs  to  this  relief; 
I  would  believe  thy  promife,  Lord  ; 
OW  help  my  unbelief. 

4  [To  the  dear  fountain  of  thy  blood, 

Incarnate  God,  I  fly ; 
Here  let  me  warn  my  fpotted  foul 
From  crimes  of  deepeft  dye. 

5  Stretch  out  thine  arm,  victorious  King, 

My  reigning  fins  fubdue  ; 
Drive  the  old  dragon  from  his  feat, 
With  all  his  hellifh  crew.] 

6  A  guilty,  week,  and  helplefs  worm, 

On  thy  kind  arms  I  fall : 
Be  thou  my  ilrength  and  righteoufnefs, 
My  Jefus,  and  my  AIL 


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H  Y  M  N    XCI.     Common  Metre. 

The  glory  of  Christ  in  heaven. 
!   /^VH,  the  delights,  the  heav'nly  joys, 
V^l   The  glories  of  the  place, 
Where  Jefus  meds  the  brighter!  beams 
Of  his  o'erflowing  grace  i 

2  Sweet  majefiy  and  awful  love, 

Sit  fmiiing  on  his  brow, 
And  all  the  glorious  ranks  above 
At  humble  diflance  bow. 

3  [Princes  to  his  imperial  name 

Bend  their  bright  fceptres  down  ;  ^ 
Dominions,  thrones,  and  pow'rs  rejoice 
To  fee  him  wear  the  crown. 

4  Archangels  found  his  lofty  praife 

Through  ev'ry  heav'nly  ftreet, 
And  lay  their  higheft  honours  down 
Submiffive  at  his  feet.] 

5  Thofefeet,  thofe  bleffed  "feet  of  his 

That  once  rude  iron  tore, 
High  on  a  throne  of  light  they  (land, 
And  all  the  faints  adore. 

6  His  head,  the  dear  majeftic  head, 

That  cruel  thorns  did  wound, 
See  what  immortal  glories  fhine, 
And  circles  it  around  ! 

7  This  is  the  Man,  th'  exalted  Man, 

Whom  we,  unfeen,  adore  ; 
But  when  our  eyes  behold  his  face, 
Our  hearts  mall  love  him  more. 


200  H  y  m  n  s  and  fi.  II. 

8  [Lord    how  our  fouls  are  all  on  fire 
lofeethyblefs'dabode: 
Our  tongues  rejoice  in  tunes  of  praife 
To  our  incarnate  God !  J 
9  And  while  our  faith  enjoys  this  fight, 
We  long  to  leave  our  clay;     S    ' 
And  wifh  thy  fiery  chariots,  Lord, 
J  o  fetch  our  fouls  away, 

HYMNXCII.     Common  Metre. 

,  ^:tW>  °«*  ^  enemies  disappointed. 

iS  tJ    T  1°  ule  L°rd'  ^  Iet  o«r  joys 
VD    Through  the  whole  nation  run/  * 
reweftern  foes,  refound  the  noife 
Beyond  the  rifing  fun. 

2  Thee    mighty  God,  our  fouls  admire, 
Ihee  our  glad  voices  fin*, 
And  join  with  the  celeftial  choir 
I  o  praife  the  eternal  King.    ' 

3  Thy  pow'r  the  whole  creation  rules, 
And  on  the  ftarry  Ikies 
bits  fimhng  at  the  weak  defignj 
1  nine  envious  foes  devife. 
5  Thy  fcorn  derides  their  feeble  ra*e 
And  with  an  awful  frown, 
*  lings  vrft  confufion  on  their  plots 
And  makes  their  Babel  down.     " 
[Their  fecret  fires  in  caverns  lay 

Andwethefacrifice; 
But  gloomy  caverns  (trove  in  vain 
To  fcapeall-fearchingeyes. 


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6  Their  dark  defigns  were  all  reveal'd, 

Their  treafons  all  betray'd  ; 
Praife  to  the  Lord,  that  broke  the  fnarc 
Their  curfed  hands  had  laid.] 

7  In  vain  the  bufy  fons  of  hell 

Still  new  rebellions  try, 
Their  fouls  (hall  pine  with  envious  rage, 
And  vex  away  and  die. 

8  Almighty  grace  defends  our  land 

From  their  malicious  pow'r  ; 
Then  let  us  with  united  fongs, 
Almighty  grace  adore. 

HYMN    XCIII.     Short  Metre. 

God  all,  and  in  all.     Pfal.  lxxiii.  $5. 

1  Tl  IW  Y  God,  my  life,  my  love, 

1VA  T°  thee> to  the€  I  cal1  >i 

I  cannot  live  if  thou  remove, 
For  thou  art  All  in  All. 

2  [Thy  mining  grace  can  cheer 

This  dungeon  where  I  dwell ; 
'Tis  paradife  when  thou  art  here  j 
If  thou  depart  'tis  hell] 

3  [Thefmilings  of  thy  face, 

How  amiable  they  are  ! 
'Tis  heav'n  to  reft  in  thine  embrace ; 
And  no  where  elfe  but  there.] 

4  [To  thee,  and  thee  alone, 

The  angels  owe  their  blifs  ; 
They  fit  around  thy  gracious  throne, 
And  dwell  where  Jefus  is.] 


2°2  Hymns    and 

5  [>Tot  all  the  harps  above 

T,  ^a^ake  a  heav'nly  place, 
it  God  his  refidence  remove, 
Or  but  conceal  his  face.] 

6  Nor  earth  nor  all  the  iky, 

Can  one  delight  afford; 
No'rn^  a  drop  of  real  joy 
Without  thy  prefence,  Lord. 

7  Tnouartthefeaoflove, 

Where  all  my  pleafures  roll ; 
The  circles  where  my  paffions  move, 
And  centre  of  my  foul. 

8  [To  thee  my  fpirits  fly 

With  infinite  defire  : 
And  yet,  how  far  from  thee  I  lie ! 
Dear  Jefus  raife  me  higher.] 

HYMN    XCIV.     Common  Metre. 
God  my  only  happiness.     Pfal.  lxxiii.  25, 

1   \I\Y^?°^™1V0X^  and  my  love, 
lTjL  My  everlafting  All, 
I've  none  but  thee  in  heav'n  above, 
Or  on  this  earthly  ball. 

2  [What  empty  things  are  all  the  Ikies, 

And  this  inferior  clod  ' 
There's  nothing  here  deferves  my  joys, 
There  s  nothing  like  my  God.] 

3  [In  vain  the  bright,  the  burning  fun 

Scatters  his  feeble  light ; 
'  lis  thy  fweet  beams  create  my  noon  ; 
If  thou  withdraw,  'tis  night. 


B.  IL 


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4  And  whilft  upon  my  reftlefs  bed 

Amongfl  the  (hades  I  roll, 

If  my  Redeemer  mows  his  head, 

'  1  is  morning  with  my  foul. 

5  To  thee  we  owe  our  wealth,  and  friends, 

And  health  and  fafe  abode  ; 
Thanks  to  thy  name  for  meaner  things, 
But  they  are  not  my  God. 

6  How  vain  a  toy  is  glitt'ring  wealth, 

If  once  compared  to  thee  ? 
Or  what's  my  fafety,  or  my  health, 
Or  all  my  friends  to  me  ? 

7  Were  I  poffeflbr  of  the  earth, 

And  called  the  ftars  mine  own ; 
Without  thy  graces,  and  thyfelf, 
I  were  a  wretch  undone  : 

8  Let  others  ftretch  their  arms  like  feasD 

And  gralp  in  all  the  more, 
Grant  me  the  vifits  of  thy  face, 
And  I  defire  no  more. 

HYMN    XCV.     Common  Metre. 

Look  on  him  whom  they  pierced,  and  mourn, 

1  TNFINITE  grief!  amazing  woe! 
JL  Behold  my  bleeding  Lord  : 

Hell  and  the  jews  confpired  his  death, 
And  ufed  the  Roman  fword- 

2  Oh,  the  fharp  pangs  of  fmarting  pain 

My  dear  Redeemer  bore  ; 
When  knotty  whips,  and  ragged  thorns, 
His  facred  body  tore. 


204  Hymns   and  B.  IL 

3  But  knotty  whips  and  ragged  thorns, 

In  vain  do  I  accufe  ; 
In  vain  I  blame  the  Roman  bands, 
And  the  more  fpiteful  Jews. 

4  'Twas  you,  my  fins,  my  cruel  fins, 

His  chief  tormentors  were  ; 
Each  of  my  crimes  became  a  nail, 
And  unbelief  the  fpear. 

5  'Twas  you  that  pulPd  the  vengeance  down 

Upon  his  guiltlefs  head  : 
Break,  break,  my  heart,  oh  burfr.,  mine  eyes^ 
And  let  my  forrows  bleed. 

6  Strike,  mighty  grace,  my  flinty  foul, 

'Till  melting  waters  flow, 
And  deep  repentance  drown  mine  eyes 
In  undiflfembled  woe. 

HYMN   XCVI.     Common  Metre. 

Distinguishing  love  ;  or,  Angels  punished,  and  men 
saved. 

1  T^OW^  headlong  from  the  native  fkies, 
\Jf  Th^  rebel  angels  fell, 

And  thunder-bolts  of  flaming  wrath 
Purfu'd  them  deep  to  hell. 

2  Down  from  the  top  of  earthly  blifs 

Rebellious  man  was  hurl'd  ; 
And  Jefus  ftcop'd  beneath  the  grave, 
To  reach  a  finking  world. 

3  Oh,  love  of  infinite  degree ! 

Unmeafurable  grace  ! 
Mufl  heavVs  eternal  Darling  die, 
1  o  fave  a  trait'rous  race  ? 


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4  Mull  angels  fink  for  ever  down, 

And  burn  in  quenchlefs  fire, 
While  God  forfakes  his  fhining  throne, 
i  o  raife  us,  wretches,  higher  ? 

5  Oh,  for  his  love  let  earth  and  fkie» 

With  Hallelujahs  ring, 
And  the  full  choir  of  human  tongues 
All  Hallelujahs  fing. 

HYMN    XCVII.     Long  Metre. 

The  fame. 

j  "FT* ROM  heav'n  the  finning  angels  fell, 

F    A  nd  wrath  and  darknefs  chain' d  them  down  ? 
But  man,  vile  man,  forfook  his  blifs, 
And  mercy  lifts  him  to  a  crown. 

a   Amazing  work  of  fov'reign  grace, 
That  could  diflinguifh  rebels  fo  ? 
Our  guilty  treafons  call'd  aloud 
For  ever  lading  fetters  too. 

3  To  thee,  to  thee,  almighty  love, 
Our  fouls,  ourfelves,  our  all,  we  pay  ; 
Millions  of  tongues  fhali  found  thy  praife 
On  the  bright  hills  of  heav'nly  day. 

HYMN   XCVIII.     Common  Metre 

Hardness  of  heart  complained  of. 
I   Tl  J"  Y  heart,  how  dreadful  hard  it  is ! 
JjV  A  How  heavy  here  it  lies  ; 
Heavy  and  cold  within  my  breafl, 
Juft  like  a  rock  of  ice ! 
S 


2o6  Hymns  and  B,  II, 

a  Sin,  like  a  raging  tyrant,  fits 
Upon  this  flinty  throne, 
And  every  grace  lies  bury'd  deep 
Beneath  this  heart  of  ftone. 

3  How  feldom  do  I  rife  to  God, 

Or  tafte  the  joys  above  ? 
This  mountain  preifes  down  my  faith, 
And  chills  my  flaming  love. 

4  When  fmiling  mercy  courts  my  foul 

With  all  its  heav  nly  charms, 
This  ftubborn,  this  relentlefs  thing, 
Would  thruft  it  from  my  arms. 

5  Againft  the  thunders  of  thy  word 

Rebellious  I  have  Hood ; 
My  heart,  it  fhakes  not  at  the  wrath 
And  terrors  of  a  God, 

6  Dear  Saviour,  fceep  this  rock  of  mine 

In  thine  own  crimfon  fea  ! 
None  but  a  bath  of  blood  divine 
Can  melt  the  flint  away. 

HYMN  XCIX.     Common  Metre 

The  book  of  God's  decrees. 
I   T     E  T   the  whole  race  of  creatures  lie 
P^j    Abas'd  before  their  God  ; 
\\  iraie'er  his  fov'reign  voice  has  form'd, 
He  governs  with  a  nod 
a  [Ten  thoufand  ages  ere  the  Ikies 
Were  into  motion  brought, 
All  the  long  years  and  worlds  to  come 
Stood  prefent  to  his  thought. 


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3  There's  not  a  fparrow,  or  a  worm, 

But's  found  in  his  decrees ; 
He  raifes  monarchs  to  their  thrones, 
And  finks  them  as  he  pleafe.] 

4  If  light  attends  the  courfe  I  run, 

'Tis  he  provides  thofe  ray  ; 
And  'tis  his  hand  that  hides  my  fun, 
If  darknefs  cloud  my  days. 

5  Yet  I  could  not  be  much  concern' d 

Nor  vainly  long  to  fee 
The  volumes  of  his  deep  decree?, 
What  months  are  writ  for  me. 

6  When  he  reveals  the  book  of  life, 

Oh,  may  I  read  my  name 
Amongft  the  chofen  of  his  love 
The  foll'wers  of  the  Lamb. 

HYMN    C.     Long  Metre. 

The  presence  of  Christ  is  the  life  of  my  souh 
!   TJ  O W  full  of  anguiih  is  the  thought, 
I  "X  How  it  diftra&s  and  tears  my  heart, 
it  ^od  at  laft,  my  fov'reign  Judge, 
Should  frown,  and  bid  my  foul,  Depart ! 

2  Lord,  when  I  quit  this  earthly  ftage, 
Where  mall  I  fly  but  to  thy  breaft ! 
For  I  have  fought  no  other  home : 
For  I  have  learned  no  other  reft. 

3  I  cannot  live  contented  here, 
Without  fome  glimpfes  of  thy  face  ; 
And  heav'n  without  thy  prefence  there. 
Will  be  a  dark  and  tirefome  place. 


208  Hymns  and  B.  II. 

4  When  earthly  cares  engrofs  the  day, 
And  hold  my  thoughts  afide  from  thee, 
The  mining  hours  of  cheerful  light 

Are  long  and  tedious  years  to  me. 

5  And  if  no  ev'ning  vifit's  paid 
Between  my  Saviour  and  my  foul, 
How  dull  the  night !  how  fad  the'  made  I 
How  mournfully  the  minutes  roll ! 

6  This  flefh  of  mine  might  learn  as  foon 
To  live,  yet  part  with  all  my  blood ; 
To  breathe,  when  vital  air  is  gone,  ' 
Or  thrive  and  grow  without  my  food. 

7  [Chrift  is  my  light,  my  life,  my  care, 
My  bleffed  hope,  my  heav'nly  prize  ; 
Dearer  than  all  my  pafhons  are, 

My  limbs,  my  bowels,  or  my  eyes. 

8  The  firings  that  twine  about  my  heart, 
Tortures  and  racks  may  tear  them  off; ' 
But  they  can  never,  never  part 

With  their  dear  hold  of  Chrift,  my  love.] 

9  [My  God!  and  can  a  humble  child, 
That  loves  thee  with  a  flame  fo  high, 
Be  ever  from  thy  face  exil'd, 
Without  the  pity  of  thine  eyes  ? 

i  o  Impoffible  ! For  thine  own  hands 

Have  ty'd  my  heart  fo  fall  to  thee, 
And  in  thy  book  the  promife  ftands, 
That  where  thou  art  thy  friends  mufl  be.1 


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HYMN    CI.    Common  Metre. 

The  worlds  three  chief  temptations. 
j    «THEN  in  the  light  of  faith  divine 
YY      We  look  on  things  below, 
Honour,  and  gold,  and  fenfual  joy, 
How  vain  and  dang'rous  too. 
t  [Honour's  a  puff  of  noify  breath; 
Yet  men  expofe  their  blood, 
And  venture  everlafting  death, 
To  gain  that  airy  good. 

3  While  others  flarve  the  nobler  mind, 

And  feed  on  mining  duft, 
They  rob  the  ferpent  of  his  food, 
T  indulge  a  fordid  luft.] 

4  The  pleafures  that  allure  our  fenfe 

Are  dang'rcus  fnares  to  fouls  ; 
There's  but  a  drop  of  flatt  ring  fweet, 
And  dafli'd  with  bitter  bowls. 

5  God  is  mine  all-fufrlcient  good, 

My  portion  and  my  choice. 
In  him  my  vail  defires  are  fUTd, 
\      And  all  my  powers  rejoice. 

6  In  vain  the  world  accofls  my  ear, 

And  tempts  my  heart  anew  ; 
I  cannot  buy  your  blifs  fo  dear, 
Nor  part  with  heav'n  for  you. 

HYMN    CII.     Long  Metre. 


1  XT  ^  ru 

IN   But* 


A  happy  resurrection* 
il  repine  at  death  no  more, 
with  a  cheerful  gafp  refiga 
5  z 


2i#  Hymns    and  B.  II 

To  the  cold  dungeon  of  the  grave 
Thefe  dying,  with'ring  limbs  of  mine, 

2  Let  worms  devour  my  wafting  flem, 
And  crumble  all  my  bone,  to  dud, 
Iviy  Gcd  fhajl  raife  my  frame  anew, 
At  the  revival  of  the  juft. 

3  Break,  facred  morning,  through  the  Ikies, 
Bring  that  delightful,  dreadful  day  ; 

Cut  fhort  the  hours,  dear  Lord,  and  come  ; 
Thy  ling'ring  wheels,  how  long  they  flay. 

4  [Our  wearied  fpirits  faint  to  fee, 
The  light  of  thy  returning  face, 
And  hear  the  language  of  thofe  lips 
Where  God  has  fhed  his  richefl  grace.] 

5  [Hafte  then  upon  the  wings  of  love, 
Roufe  all  the  pious  fleeping  clay, 
That  we  may  join  in  heav'nlyjoys, 
And  fmg  the  triumph  of  the  day.] 

HYMN    CIII.     Common  Metre. 
Christ's  commission.     John  iii.  16,   17. 

1   ^10ME'  haPPyfouIs>  approach  your  God, 
\^A    With  new  melodious  fongs  j 
Come,  tender  to  almighty  grace 
The  tribute  of  your  tongues. 

1  So  ftrange,  fo  boundlefs  was  the  love 
1  hat  pity'd  dying  men, 
The  Father  fent  his  equal  Son 
To  give  them  life  again. 

3  Thy  hands,  dear  Jefus,  were  not  arm'd 
Witha  revenging  rod, 


B.  II.         Spiritual  Songs.  211 

No  hard  commiflion,  to  perform 
The  vengeance  of  a  God  ; 

4  But  all  was  mercy,  all  was  mild, 

And  wrath  forfook  the  throne, 
When  Chrift  on  the  kind  errand  came, 
And  brought  falvation  down. 

5  Here,  Tinners,  you  may  heal  your  wounds, 

And  wipe  your  forrows  dry ; 
Truft  in  the  mighty  Saviour's  name, 
And  you  fhall  never  die. 

6  See,  dearer!  Lord,  our  willing  fouls 

Accept  thy  orTer'd  grace  ; 
We  blefs  the  great  Redeemer's  love, 
And  give  the  Father  praife. 

HYMN   CIV.     Short  Metre. 

The  fame. 

1   'Ty  AISE  your  triumphant  fongs 
JL\  To  an  immortal  tone, 
Let  the  wide  earth  refound  the  deeds 
Celeftial  grace  has  done. 

1  Sing  how  eternal  love 

Its  chief  beloved  chofe, 
And  bid  him  raife  our  wretched  race 
From  their  abyfs  of  woes. 

3  His  hand  no  thunder  bears, 

No  terror  clothes  his  brow  ; 
No  bolts  to  drive  our  guilty  fouls 
To  fiercer  flames  below. 

4  'Twas  mercy  fill'd  the  throne, 

And  wrath  flood  filent  by, 


212  Hymns    and  B.  IL 

When  Ckrift  was  feat  with  pardons  down 
To  rebels  Jjom'd  to  die. 

5  Now,  finners,  dry  your  tears, 

Let  hopjbi's  forrow  ceafe ; 
Bow  to  the  iceptre  of  his  love, 
And  take  the  offer'd  peace. 

6  Lord,  we  obey  thy  call ; 

We  lay  an  humble  claim 
To  the  falvation  thou  hail  bought, 
And  love  and  praife  thy  name. 

HYMN    CV.     Common  Metre. 

Repentance  flowing  from  the  patience  of  God, 

i      A    ND  are  we  wretches  yet  alive  ? 
j\    And  do  we  yet  rebel  ? 
*xxo  uoundlefs,  'tis  amazing  love 
That  bears  us  up  from  hell ! 

ft  The  burden  of  our  weighty  guilt 
\V0ui4  fink  us  down  to  flames, 
And  threat' ning  vengeance  rolls  above 
To  crulh  our  feeble  frames. 

3  Almighty  goodnefs  cries — Forbear ! 

And  flrait  the  thunder  flays  ; 
And  dare  we  now  provoke  his  wrath* 
And  weary  out  his  grace  ? 

4  Lord,  we  have  long  abus'd  thy  love, 

Too  long  indulg'd  our  fm, 
Our  aching  hearts  e'en  bleed  to  fee 
What  rebels  we  have  been. 

5  No  more,  ye  lufts,  mail  ye  command, 

No  more  will  we  obey  j 


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Stretch  out,  O  God,  thy  conqu'ring  hand, 
And  drive  thy  foes  away. 

HYMN   C VI.     Common  Metre. 

Repentance  at  the  cross, 

1  /^\H,  if  my  foul  was  form'd  for  woe, 
\J  How  would  I  vent  my  fighs  ! 
Repentance  mould  like  rivers  flow, 

From  both  my  dreaming  eyes. 

2  'Twas  for  my  fins  my  deareil  Lord 

Hung  on  the  curfed  tree, 
And  groan'd  away  a  dying  life 
For  thee,  my  foul,   for- thee. 

3  Oh,  how  I  hate  thofe  lulls  of  mine 

That  crucifi'd  my  God, 
Thofe  fins  that  pierc'd  and  naiPd  his  flem 
Fafl  to  the  fatal  wood. 

4  Yes,  my  Redeemer,  they  mall  die, 

My  heart  has  fo  decreed  ; 
Nor  will  I  fpare  the  guilty  things 
That  made  my  Saviour  bleed. 

5  Whilft,  with  a  melting  broken  heart, 

My  murder'd  Lord  I  view, 

I'll  raife  revenge  againfl  my  fins, 

And  flay  the  murd'rers  too. 

HYMN    CVII.     Common  Metre. 

The  everlasting  absence  of  God  intolerable, 

1  r-|""iH  AT  awful  folemn  day  mud  come, 
Th*  appointed  hour  makes  hafte, 


214  Hymns    and  B.  II, 

When  I  muft  ftand  before  my  Judge, 
And  pafs  the  folemn  teft. 

2  Thou  lovely  chief  of  all  my  joys, 

Thou  fov'reign  of  my  heart. 
How  could  I  bear  to  hear  thy  voice 
Pronounce  the  found,  Depart ! 

3  The  thunder  of  that  difmal  word 

Would  fo  torment  mine  ear, 
'Twould  tear  my  foul  afunder,  Lord, 
With  moft  tormenting  fear. 

4  [What !  to  be  banifh'd  for  my  life, 

And  yet  forbid  to  die  ? 
To  linger  in  eternal  pain, 
Yet  death  for  ever  fly  ?] 

5  Oh,  wretched  ftate  of  deep  defpair, 

To  fee  my  G>1  remove, 
-And  fix  my  doleful  flation  where 
I  muft  not  tafte  his  love  ! 

6  Jefus,  I  throw  my  arms  around, 

And  hang  upon  thy  breaft  ; 
Without  a  gracious  fmile  from  thee 
My  fpirits  cannot  reft. 

7  Oh  !  tell  me  that  my  worthlefs  name 

Is  graven  on  thy  hands, 
Show  me  fome  promife  in  thy  book, 
Where  my  falvation  ftands. 

3  [Give  me  one  kind,  alluring  word, 
To  fink  my  fears  again, 
And  cheerfully  my  foul  (hall  wait 
Her  threescore  years  and  ten.  J 


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HYMN    CVIII.    Common  Metre. 

Access  to  the  throne  of  grace  by  a  Mediator* 

j   ^>|OME,  let  us  lift  our  joyful  eyes 
\^     Up  to  the  courts  above, 
Ai*d  fmiie  to  fee  our  Father  there 
Upon  a  throne  of  love. 

-a  Once  'twas  a  feat  of  dreadful  wrath, 
And  fhot  devouring  flame  ; 
Our  God  appear' d  coniuming  fire, 
And  Vengeance  was  his  name. 

3  Rich  were  the  drops  of  Jefus'  blood 

i  hat  calm  d  his  frowning  face, 
That  fprinkied  o'er  the  burning  throne. 
And  turned  the  wrath  to  grace. 

4  Now  we  may  bow  before  his  feet, 

And  venture  near  the  Lord  ; 
No  fiery  cherub  guards  his  feat, 
Nor  double  flaming  fword. 

5  The  peaceful  gates  of  heav'nly  blifs 

Are  open'd  by  the  Son; 
High  let  us  raife  our  notes  of  praife, 
And  reach  th'  almighty  throne. 

6  To  thee,  ten  thoufand  thanks  we  bring, 

Great    •  dvocate  on  high  ; 
And  glory  to  the  eternal  King, 
That  lays  his  fury  by. 

HYMN   CIX.    Long  Metre. 

The  darkness  of  providence. 

ORD,  we  adore  thy  vaft  defigns, 
Th'  obfcure  abyfs  of  providence, 


2i6  Hymns  and  jg,  Ug 

Top  deep  to  found  with  mortal  lines. 
Too  dark  to  view  with  feeble  fenfe. 
1  Now  thou  array'ft  thine  awful  face 
In  angry  frowns,  without  a  fmile  : 
We,  through  the  cloud,  believe  thy  grace 
Secure  of  thy  compaffion  frill. 

3  Through  feas  and  ftorms  of  deep  diftrefi 
We  fail,   by  faith,  and  not  by  fight ; 
Faith  guides  us  in  the  wildernefs, 
Through  all  the  briars  and  the  night. 

4  Dear  Father,  if  thy  lifted  rod 
Refolve  to  fcourge  us  here  below, 
Still  we  mult  lean  upon  our  God, 
Thine  arm  fliall  bear  us  fafely  through . 

HYMN    CX.     Short  Metre. 

Triumph  over  death,  in  the  hope  of  the  resurrection. 
i      A   N  D  muff,  this  body  die  ? 

jLjl     This  mortal  frame  decay  ? 

And  muft  thefe  aclive  limbs  of  mine 
Lie  mould'ring  in  the  clay  ? 

2  Corruption,  earth,  and  worms, 

Shall  but  refine  this  flefh, 
'Till  my  triumphant  fpirit  come, 
To  put  it  on  afrefli. 

3  God  my  Redeemer  lives, 

And  often  from  the  fkies 
Looks  down  and  watches  all  my  duft 
'Till  he  fhall  bid  it  rife. 

4  Array'd  in  glorious  grace, 

Shall  thefe  vile  bodies  fhine, 


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And  ev'ry  fliape,  and  ev'ry  face., 
Look  heav'nly  and  divine. 

5  Thefe  lively  hopes  we  owe 

To  Jems'  dying  love  ; 
We  would  adore  his  grace  below, 
And  fing  his  pow'r  above. 

6  Dear  Lord,  accept  the  praife 

Of  thefe  our  humble  fongs, 
Till  tunes  of  nobler  found  we  raife 
With  our  immortal  tongues. 

HYMN    CXI.     Common  Metre. 

Thanksgiving  for  victory  ;  or,  God's  dominion,  and 
our  deliverance. 

1    r~W ION  rejoice,  and  Judah  fmg, 
jf  \j   The  Lord  aifumes  his  throne  ; 
Come,  let  us  own  the  heav'nly  King. 
And  make  his  glories  known. 

1  The  great,  the  wicked,  and  the  proud. 
From  their  high  feats  are  hurPd  5 
Jehovah  rides  upon  a  cloud, 

And  thunders  through  the  world. 

3  He  reigns  upon  the  eternal  hills, 

Diftributes  mortal  crowns  ; 
Empires  are  fix'd  beneath  his  fmiles, 
And  totter  at  his  frowns. 

4  Navies,  thakrule  the  ocean  wide, 

Are  vanlfuifh'd  by  his  breath, 
And  legions,  arm'd  with  pow'r  and  pride, 
Defcend  to  wat'ry  death. 


2i8  Hymns  and  B.  II. 

5  Let  tyrants  make  no  more  pretence 
To  vex  our  happy  land  j 
Jehovah's  name  is  our  defence  ; 
Our  buckler  is  his  hand. 

HYMN    CXII.     Long  Metre. 

Angels  ministering  to  Christ  and  saints* 
RE  AT  God  !  to  what  a  glorious  height 


G 


Haft  thou  advanc'd  the  Lord,  thy  Son  ! 
Angels,  in  all  their  robes  of  light, 
Are  made  the  fervants  of  his  throne. 

2  Before  his  feet  thine  armies  wait, 
And  fwift  as  flames  of  fire  they  move, 
To  manage  his  affairs  of  date, 

In  works  of  vengeance  and  of  love. 

3  His  orders  run  through  all  the  hofts, 
Legions  defcend  at  his  command, 

To  fhield  and  guard  our  native  coafts, 
When,  foreign  rage  invades  our  land. 

4  Now  they  are  fent  to  guide  our  feet 
Up  to  the  gates  of  thine  abode, 
Through  all  the  dangers  that  we  meet 
In  travelling  the  heav'nly  road. 

5  Lord,  when  I  leave  this  mortal  ground, 
And  thou  malt  bid  me  rife,  and  come, 
Send  a  beloved  angel  down, 

Safe  to  conduct  my  fpirit  home. 


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HYMN    CXIII.     Common  Metre. 

The  fame. 

1  HpHE  majefty  of  Solomon, 

How  glorious  to  behold 
The  fervants  waiting  round  his  throne, 
The  iv'ry  and  the  gold. 

2  But,  mighty jGod !  thy  palace  mines 

With  far  fuperior  beams ; 
Thine  angel-guards  are  fwift  as  wind, 
Thy  minifters  are  flames. 

3  [Soon  as  thine  only  Son  had  made 

His  entrance  on  the  earth, 
A  mining  army  downward  fled, 
To  celebrate  his  birth. 

4  And,  when  opprefs'd  with  pains  and  fears, 

On  the  cold  ground  he  lies, 
Behold  a  heav'nly  form  appears, 
T  allay  his  agonies.] 

5  Now  to  the  hands  of  Chrift,  our  King, 

Are  all  their  legions  giv'n  : 
They  wait  upon  his  faints,  and  bring 
His  chofen  heirs  to  heav'n. 

6  Pleafure  and  praife  run  through  their  hoft, 

To  fee  a  finner  turn  ; 
That  Satan  has  a  captive  loft, 
And  Chrift  a  fubjed  born. 

7  But  there's  an  hour  of  brighter  joy, 

When  he  his  angels  fends 
Obftinate  rebels  to  deftroy, 
And  gather  in  his  friends. 


*2b  Hymns    and  B.  II. 

8  Oh  !  could  I  fay  without  a  doubt, 
There  fhall  my  foul  be  found, 
Then  let  the  great  archangel  fhout, 
-And  the  laft  trumpet  found. 

HYMN    CXIV.     Common  Metre 

Chris fs  death,  victory,  and  dominion. 

i    ff    SING  my  Saviour's  wond'rous  death ; 
J.  He  conquerM  when  he  fell : 
9TU  finished!  faid  his  dying  breath, 
And  ihook  the  gates  of  hell. 
s,  9Tis  finished  !  our  Immanuel  cries, 
The  dreadful  work  is  done  ; 
Hence  fhall  his  fov'reign  throne  arife, 
His  kingdom  is  begun. 

3  His  crofs  a  fare  foundation  laid 

For  glory  and  renown, 
When  through  the  regions  of  the  dead 
He  pafs'd  to  reach  the  crown. 

4  Exalted  at  his  Father's  fide 

Sits  our  victorious  Lord  ; 
To  heav'n  and  hell  his  hands  divide 
The  vengeance  or  reward. 

5  The  faints  from  his  propitious  eye 

Await  their  feveral  crowns, 
And  all  the  Ions  of  darknefs  fly 
The  terror  of  his  frowns. 


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HYMN    CXV.     Common  Metre. 

God  the  avenger  of  his  saints  ;  or,  His  kingdom 
Supreme. 
1    T  TIGH  as  the  heav'ns  above  the  ground, 
ST!   Reigns  the  Creator,  God  ; 
Wide  as  the  whole  creation's  bound. 
Extends  his  awful  rod. 

1  Let  princes  of  exalted  ftate 
To  him  afcribe  their  crown, 
Render  their  homage  at  his  feet, 
And  caft  their  glories  down. 

3  Know  that  his  kingdom  is  fupreme, 
Your  lofty  thoughts  are  vain  ; 

He  calls  you  gods,  that  awful  name, 
But  ye  muft  die  like  men. 

4  Then  let  the  fov'reigns  of  the  globe 
Not  dare  to  vex  the  juft ; 

He  puts  on  vengeance  like  a  robe, 
And  treads  the  worms  to  dull. 

5  Ye  judges  of  the  earth  be  wife, 
And  think  of  heav'n  with  fear  ; 

The  meaneft  faint  that  you  defpife 
Has  an  avenger  there. 

HYMN   CXVI.     Common  Metre. 

Mercies  and  thanks. 

HOW  can  I  fink  with  fuch  a  prop 
As  my  eternal  God, 
Who  bears  the  earth's  huge  pillars  up, 
And  fpreads  the  heav'ns  abroad  ? 
T  % 


222  Hymns  and  b.  jj 

2  How  can  I  die  while  Jefus  lives, 

Who  rofe  and  left  the  dead- 
1  ardon  and  grace  my  foul  receives 
*rom  mine  exalted  Head. 

3  All  that  I  am,  and  all  I  have, 

Shall  be  for  ever  thine  ' 

^^f'^  my  duty  bids  me  give, 
My  cheerful  hands  refign.   ' 

4  Yet  if  I  might  make  feme  referve 

And  duty  did  not  call 

1  TheinTyn,G°,C!withzea,fog«at, 
That  I  mould  give  him  all. 

HYMN   CXVII.    Long  Metre. 

Living  and  dying,  w;th  God  present. 

T  £A^N0TbeaVhineabfence,  Lord, 
J.  My  hfe  expires  if  thou  depart  • 
Be  thou,  my  heart,  ft iil  near  my  God 

And  thou,  my  God,  be  near  my  heart. 

I  was  not  born  for  earth  or  fin, 

Nor  can  I  live  on  things  fo  vile  • 

»  et  I  will  ftay  my  Father's  time,' 

And  hope,  and  wait  for  heav'n  a  while. 

'J  hen,  deareftLord,  in  thine  embrace 

Let  me  refign  my  fleeting  breath 

And  with  a  tmile  upon  my  face  ' 

Pafs  the  important  hour  of  death. 


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HYMN    CXVIII.     Long  Metre. 

The  prie  thood  of  Christ. 

1  T>  LOOD  has  a  voice  to  pierce  the  fkies  ; 
J3  Revenge!  the  blood  of  Abel  cries  y 
±>ut  the  dear  ftream,  when  Chrift  was  flain, 
Speaks  peace  as  loud  from  every  vein. 

2  Pardon  and  peace  from  God  on  high  ; 
Behold,  he  lays  his  vengeance  by  : 
And  rebels,  that  defer ve  his  fvvord, 
Became  the  fav'rites  of  the  Lord. 

3  To  Jefus  let  our  praifes  rife, 
Who  gave  his  life  a  facrince  ; 
Now  he  appears  before  his  God, 

And,  for  our  pardon,  pleads  his  blood. 

HYMN    CXIX.     Common  Metre. 

The  holy  scriptures. 

X  T     ADEN  with  guilt  and  full  of  fears, 
fr  j  I  fly  to  thee,  my  Lord, 
Ana  not  a  glimpfe  of  hope  appears, 
But  in  thy  written  word. 

a  The  volume  of  my  Father's  grace 
Does  all  my  grief  afluage  : 
Here  I  behold  my  Saviour's  face 
Almoft  in  ev'ry  page. 

3  [This  is  the  field  where  hidden  lies 

The  pearl  of  price  unknown  \ 
That  merchant  is  divinely  wife 
Who  makes  the  pearl  his  own. 

4  Here  confecrated  water  flows, 

To  quench  my  thirft  of  fin  5 


224  Hymns  and    .  B.  II, 

Here  the  fair  tree  of  knowledge  grows, 
No  danger  dwells  therein.] 

5  This  is  the  Judge  that  ends  the  ftrife, 

Where  wit  and  reafon  fail ; 
My  guide  to  everlafting  life, 
Through  all  this  gloomy  vale. 

6  Oh  !  may  thy  counfels,  mighty  God, 

My  roving  feet  command  ! 
Nor  I  forfake  the  happy  road 
That  leads  to  thy  right  hand. 

HYMN    CXX.     Short  Metre. 

The  law  and  gospel  joined  in  scripture. 
i   k  I  "HE  Lord  declares  his  will, 
X     And  keeps  the  world  in  awe  ; 
Amidft  the  fmoke  on  Sinai's  hill, 
Breaks  out  his  fiery  law. 

2  The  Lord  reveals  his  face, 
And  mining  from  above, 
Sends  down  the  gofpel  of  his  grace, 
Th*  epiftles  of  his  love, 
j  Thefe  f  „ied  words  impart 

Our  Maker's  juft  commands  ; 
The  pity  of  his  melting  heart, 
And  vengeance  of  his  hands. 

4  [Hence  we  awake  our  fear, 

We  draw  our  comfort  thence  ; 
The  arms  of  grace  are  treafur'd  here, 
And  armour  of  defence. 

5  We  learn  Chrift  crucify'd 

And  here  behold  his  blood  ; 


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All  arts  and  knowledges  befide 
Will  do  us  little  good.] 

6  We  read  the  heav'nly  word, 

We  take.the  offer'd  grace. 
Obey  the  ftatutes  of  the  Lord, 
AncP  truil  his  promifes. 

7  In  vain  mall  Satan  rage 

Againil  a  book  divine, 
Where  wrath  and  light'ning  guard  the  page, 
Where  beams  of  mercy  fhine. 

HYMN    CXXL     Long  Metre. 

The  law  and  gospel  distinguished. 

1  HT^  HE  law  commands,  and  makes  us  know 
X      What  duties  to  our  God  we  owe  ; 

But  'tis  the  gofpel  muft  reveal 
Where  lies  our  ftrength  to  do  his  will. 

%  The  law  difcovers  guilt  and  iln, 

And  mows  how  vile  our  hearts  have  been  j 
Only  the  gofpel  can  exprefs 
Forgiving  love,  and  cleanfmg  grace. 

3  What  curfes  doth  the  law  denounce 
Againfl  the  man  that  fails  but  once  ? 
But  in  the  gofpel  Chrift  appears, 
Pard'ning  the  guilt  of  num'rous  years. 

4  My  foul,  no  more  attempt  to  draw 
Thy  life  and  comfort  from  the  law  , 
Fly  to  the  hope  the  gofpel  gives  ; 
The  man  that  trufts  the  promile,  lives. 


2*6  ,    Hymns    and  ]%  II. 

HYMN    CXXII.     Long  Metre* 

Retirement  and  meditation* 

1  TV^T^  ^od,  permit  me  not  to  be 
JLVjL   A  flranger  to  myfelf  and  thee  ; 
Amidft  a  thoufand  thoughts  I  rove, 
Forgetful  of  my  higheft  love. 

2  Why  mould  my  paffions  mix  with  earth, 
And  thus  debafe  my  heav'nly  birth  ? 
Why  mould  I  cling  to  things  below, 
And  let  my  God,  my  Saviour,  go  ? 

3  Call  me  away  from  Hefli  and  fenfe, 

One  fov'reign  word  can  draw  me  thence ; 
I  would  obey  the  voice  divine, 
And  all  inferior  joys  refign. 

4  Be  earth  with  all  her  fcenes  withdrawn  ; 
Let  noife  and  vanity  begone  : 

In  fecret  filence  of  the  mind 

My  heav'n,  and  there  my  God,  I  find. 

HYMN   CXXffl.    Long  Metre- 

The  benefit  of  public  ordinances, 
i      A  WAY  from  ev'ry  mortal  care, 
ii  Away  from  earth  our  fouls  retreat ; 
\v  e  leave  this  worthlefs  world  afar, 
And  wait  and  wormip  near  thy  feat. 

2  Lord,  in  the  temple  of  thy  grace 
We  fee  thy  feet,  and  we  adore  ; 
We  gaze  upon  thy  lovely  face, 
And  learn  the  wonders  of  thy  pow'r. 


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3  While  here  our  various  wants  we  mourn, 
United  groans  afcend  on  high  ; 

And  prayers  produce  a  quick  return 
Of  Wettings  in  variety. 

4  If  Satan  rage,  and  fin  grow  ftrong, 
Here  we  receive  fome  cheering  words  j 
We  gird  the  gofpel  armour  on, 

To  fight  the  battles  of  the  Lord. 

5   Or  if  our  fpirit  faints  and  dies, 

(Our  conference  gall'd  with  inward  flings,) 
Here  doth  the  righteous  fun  arife,  , 
With  healing  beams  beneath  his  wings. 
Father  !  my  foul  would  ftill  abide 
Within  thy  temple,  near  thy  fide  : 
But  if  my  feet  mould  hence  depart, 
Still  keep  thy  dwelling  in  my  heart. 

HYM  N    CXXIV.     Common  Metre. 

Moses,  Aaron,  and  Joshua. 

1  '  HP'IS  not  the  law  of  ten  commands, 

JL     On  holy  Sinai  giv'n, 
Or  lent  to  men  by  Mofes'  hands, 
Can  bring  us  fafe  to  heav'n. 

2  'Tis  not  the  blood  which  Aaron  fpilt, 

Nor  fmoke  of  fweetefl  fmell, 
Can  buy  a  pardon  for  our  guilt, 
Or  fave  our  fouls  from  hell. 

3  Aaron  the  priefl  refigns  his  breath. 

At  God's  immediate  will, 
And  in  the  defart  yields  to  death, 
Upon  th'  appointed  hill. 


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4  And  thus  on  Jordan's  yonder  fide 

The  tribes  of  Ifrael  ftand, 
While  Moies  bow'd  his  head,  and  dy'd 
Short  of  the  promis'd  land. 

5  Ifrael  rejoice,  now  *  Jofhua  leads, 

He'll  bring  your  tribes  to  reft  ; 
So  far  the  Saviour's  name  exceeds 
1  he  ruler  and  the  prieft. 

HYMN    CXXV.     Long  Metre. 

Faith  and  repentance,  unbelief  and  impenitence, 
i   '1     IFE  and  immortal  joys  are  giv'n 

1  j  To  fouls  that  mourn  the  fin,  they've  done ; 
Children  of  wrath  made  heirs  of  heav'n, 
By  faith  in  God's  eternal  Son. 

2  Woe  to  the  wretch  that  never  felt 
The  inward  pangs  of  pious  grief, 
But  adds  to  all  his  crying  guilt 
The  ftubborn  fin  of  unbelief. 

3  The  law  condemns  the  rebel  dead, 
Under  the  wrath  of  God  he  lies  : 
He  feals  the  curfe  on  his  own  head, 
And  with  a  double  vengeance  dies. 

HYMN     CXXVI.     Common  Metre. 


T 


God  glorified  in  the  gospel, 

HE  Lord,  defcending  from  above, 
Invites  his  children  near  j 


Joshua  the  same  with  Jesus,  and  signifies  a  Saviour* 


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While  pow'r  and  truth,  and  boundlefs  love, 
Difplay  their  glories  here. 

2  Here,  in  the  gofpel's  wond'rous  frame, 

Frefh  wifdom  we  purfae  ; 
A  thoufand  angels  learn  thy  name, 
Beyond  whate'er  they  knew. 

3  Thy  name  is  writ  in  fair efl  lines, 

Thy  wonders  here  we  trace  ; 
Wifdom  through  all  the  myit'ry  mines, 
And  mines  in  Jems'  face. 

4  The  law  its  bell  obedience  owes 

To  our  incarnate  God  ; 
And  thy  revenging  juflice  mows 
Its  honours  in  his  blood. 

5  But  (till  the  luflre  of  thy  grace 

Our  warmer  thoughts  employs, 
Gilds  the  whole  fcene  with  brighter  rays, 
And  more  exalts  our  joys. 

HYMN  CXXVII.     Long  Metre. 

Circumcision  and  baptism. 

(Written  only  for  those  who  practise  the  baptism  of 
infants.} 

1  r  I  iHUS  did  thefons  of  Abrah'm  pafs 

J[     Under  the  bloody  feal  of  grace  ; 
The  young  difciples  bore  the  yoke, 
'Till  Chrift  the  painful  bondage  broke. 

2  By  milder  ways  doth  Jefus  prove 
His  Father's  cov'nant  and  his  love  ; 
He  feals  to  faints  his  glorious  grace. 
Nor  does  forbid  their  infant  race. 

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3  Their  feed  is  fprinkled  with  his  blood, 
rJ  heir  children  fet  apart  for  God  ; 
His  Spirit  on  their  offspring  fhed, 
Like  water  pour'd  upon  the  head. 

4  Let  ev'ry  faint,  with  cheerful  voice, 
In  this  large  covenant  rejoice ; 
Young  children  in  their  early  days, 
Shall  give  the  God  of  Abrah'm  praife. 

HYMN    CXXVIII.    Common  Metre. 

Corrupt  nature  from  Adam*  ■- 

1  T)  LESS'D  with  the  joys  of  innocence, 
X3   ^dam,  our  father,  flood, 

'Till  he  debas'd  his  foul  to  fenfe, 
And  eat  th*  unlawful  food. 

2  Now  we  are  born  a  fenfual  race, 

To  fmful  joys  inclin'd  -, 
Reafon  has  loft  its  native  place, 
And  flefh  enflaves  the  mind. 

3  While  flefh  and  fenfe,  and  paflion  reigns, 

Sin  is  the  fweeteft  good  : 
We  fancy  mufick  in  our  chains, 
And  fo  forget  the  load. 

4  Great  God  !  renew  our  ruin'd  frame, 

Our  broken  pow'rs  reflore, 
Infpire  us  with  a  heav'nly  flame, 
And  flefh  mail  reign  no  more. 

5  Eternal  Spirit !  write  thy  law, 

Upon  our  inward  parts, 
And  let  the  fecond  Adam  draw 
His  image  on  our  hearts. 


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HYMN    CXXIX.    Long  Metre. 

We  walk  by  faith ,    not  by  sight. 

1  TTpiS  by  the  faith  of  joys  to  come 

We  walk  thro'  defarts  dark  as  night  \ 
'Till  we  arrive  at  heav'n,  our  home, 
Faith  is  our  guide,  and  faith  our  light. 

2  The  want  of  fight  me  well  fupplies, 
She  make  the  pearly  gates  appear : 
Far  into  diftant  world  me  pries, 
And  brings,  eternal  glories  near. 

3  Cheerful  we  tread  the  defart  through, 
While  faith  infpires  a  heav'nly  ray, 
Though   lions  roar,  and.tempefts  blow, 
And  rocks  and  dangers  fill  the  way. 

4  So  Abrah'm,  by  divine  command, 
Left  his  own  houfe  to  walk  with  God  ; 
His  faith  beheld  the  promis'd  land, 
And  fir'd  his  zeal  along  the  road. 

HYMN   CXXX.  Common  Metre. 

The  new  creation. 

1  A    TTEND,  while  God's  exalted  Son 
l\     Doth  his  own  glory  mow  : 

Beho  Id,  I  fit  upon  my  throne, 
Creating  all  things  new. 

2  Nature  and  fin  are  pad  away, 

And  the  old  Adam  dies : 
My  hands  a  new  foundation  lay — 
See  the  new  world  arife  ! 

3  I'll  be  a  Sun  of  righteoufnefs 

To  the  new  heav'ns  I  make ; 


232  Hymns   and  B.  II. 

None  but  the  new-born  heirs  of  grace 
My  glories  mall  partake. 

4  Mighty  Redeemer,  fet  me  free 

From  my  old  ftate  of  fin ; 
Oh,  make  my  foul  alive  to  thee, 
Create  new  pow'rs  within  : 

5  Renew  mine  eyes,  and  form  mine  ears, 

And  mould  my  heart  afrefh  ; 
Give  me  new  paffions,  joys,  and  fears, 
And  turn  the  ftone  to  flefh. 

6  Far  from  the  regions  of  the  dead, 

From  (in,  and  earth,  and  hell ; 
In  the  new  world  that  grace  has  made, 
I  would  for  ever  dwell. 

HYMN    CXXXI.     Long  Metre. 

The  excellency  of  the  Christian  religion. 

1  ■'  3      E  T  everlafting  glories  crown, 

\   A    I  hy  head,  my  Saviour,  and  my  Lord  j 
'1  hy  hands  have  brought  falvation  down, 
And  writ  the  bieflings  in  thy  word. 

2  [What  if  we  trace  the  globe  around, 
And  fearch  from  Britain  to  Japan, 
There  fhall  be  no  religion  found 
Sojuft  to  God,  fofafe  for  man] 

3  In  vain  the  trembling  confcience  feeks 
Some  folic!  ground  to  reft  upon  ; 
With  long  c!  ef pair  the  fpirit  breaks, 
Till  we  apply  to  Chrift  alone. 

4  How  well  the  b leafed  truths  agree  ! 
How  wife  and  holy  thy  commands ! 


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Thy  promifes,  how  firm  they  be  ! 
How  firm  our  hope  and  comfort  Hands  ! 

5  Not  the  fam'd  fields  of  heath'nim  blifs 
Could  raife  fuch  pleafures  in  the  mind  ; 
Nor  does  the  Turkifh  paradife 
Pretend  to  joys  fo  well  refin'd. 

6  Should  all  the  forms  that  men  devife 
Aflault  my  faith  with  treach'rous  art, 
Pd  call  them  vanity  and  lies, 

And  bind  the  gofpel  to  my  heart. 

HYMN     CXXXII.    Common  Metre. 

The  offices  of  Christ. 

J    "TIT  7""^  k*e^s  tne  Prophet  of  the  Lord, 
\\     That  comes  with  truth  and  grace  j 
Jefus,  thy  Spirit  and  thy  word 
Shall  lead  us  in  thy  ways. 

2  We  rev'rence  our  High-priefl  above, 

"Who  offer'd  up  his  blood  ; 

And  lives  to  carry  on  his  love 

By  pleading  with  our  God. 

3  We  honour  our  exalted  King  ; 

How  fweet  are  his  commands  ! 
He  guards  our  fouls  from  hell  and  fin 
By  his  almighty  hands. 

4  Hofanna  to  his  glorious  name, 

Who  faves  by  difPrent  ways, 
His  mercy  lays  a  fov'reign  claim  . 
To  our  immortal  praife. 
U  2 


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HYMN     CXXXIII.     Long  Metre. 

1 

The  operations  of  the  Holy  Spirit. 

i    "EXTERNAL  Spirit-!  we  confefs 

JLJ  And  fiog  the  wonders  of  thy  grace ; 
'1  hy  pow'r  conveys  our  bleffings  down 
From  God  the  Father  and  the  Son. 

2  Enlighten'd  by  their  heav'nly  ray, 
Our  fnades  and  darknefs  turn  to  day ; 
Thine  inward  teachings  makes  us  know 
Our  danger  and  our  refuge  too. 

3  hy  pow'r  and  glory  works  within, 
And  breaks  the  chains  of  reigninp-  fin  ; 
Doth  our  imperious  luffs  fubdue, 
-And  forms  our  wretched  hearts  anew. 

4  The  troubi'd  confcience  knows  thy  voice, 
Thy  cheering  words  awake  cur  joys  ; 
Thy  words  allay  the  ft ormy  wind, 

And  calm  the  furges  of  the  mind. 

HYMN    CXXXIV.    Common  Metre. 

Circuracision  abolished. 

i   HPHE  promife  was  divinely  free, 
X     Extenfive  was  the  grace  ; 
"  1  will  the  God  of  ,  brah'm  be, 
And  of  his  num'rous  race  ;" 
2  He  faid,  and  with  a  bloody  feal 
Confirm'd  the  words  he  fpoke  ; 
Long  did  the  ions  of  Abrah'm  feel 
The  fharp  and  painful  yoke  : 


B.  II.        Spiritual  Songs. 

3  'Till  God's  own  Son,  defcending  low, 

Gave  his  own  flefh  to  bleed  ; 
And  Gentiles  tafte  the  blefling  now, 
From  the  hard  bondage  freed. 

4  The  God  of  Abrah'm  claims  our  praife, 

His  promifes  endure ; 
And  Chrift,  the  Lord,  in  gentler  ways, 
Makes  the  ialvation  fure. 

HYMN    CXXXV.    Long  Metre. 

Types  and  prophecies  of  Christ, 

i   TJ  EH  OLD  the  woman's  promis'd  feed ! 
J3   Behold  the  great  Mtfliah  come  ! 
Behold  the  prophets  all  agreed 
To  give  him  the  fuperior  room ! 

2  Abrah'm,  the  faint,  rejoie'd  of  old. 
When  vifions  of  the  Lord  he  faw  ; 
PViofes,  the  man  of  G  od,  foretold, 
This  great  fulhller  of  his  law. 

3  The  types  bore  witnefs  to  his  name, 
Obtained  their  chief  defign  and  ceas'd  mf 
The  incenfe,  and  the  bleeding  lamb, 
The  ark,  the  altar,  and  the  priefl. 

4  Predictions  in  abundance  meet, 
To  join  their  blemngs  on  his  head  j 
Jefus,  we  wT>rfhip  at  thy  feet, 
And  nadons  own  the  promis'd  ked, 


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HYMN    CXXXVI.     Long  Metre. 
Miracles  at  the  birth  of  Christ. 

1   TPI?E  Kii^  °{glorY  tends  his  Son 
X     To  make  his  entrance  on  'this  earth  ; 

Behold  the  midnight  bright  as  noon, 

And  heav'nly  hoils  declare  his  birth !  m 
1   About  the  young  Redeemer's  head  ! 

What  wonders  and  what  glories  meet ! 

/  n  unknown  ftar  arofe  and  led 

The  eaflern  fages  to  his  feet. 

3  Simeon  and  Anna  both  confpire 
The  infant  Saviour  to  proclaim  ; 
Inward  they  felt  the  facred  fire, 
And  blefs'd  the  babe  and  ownd  his  name* 

4  Let  Jews  and  Greeks  blafpheme  aloud, 
^nd  treat  the  holy  child  with  fcorn  5 
Our  fouls  adore  th1  eternal  God 
Who  condefcended  to  be  borm 

HYMN  CXXXVIL  Long  Metre. 

Miracles  in  the  life,  death,  and  resurrection  of 
Christ. 

1   T\ EHOLD  the  bIind  their  fight  receive ! 
JLJ  Behold,  the  dead  awake,  and  live  ! 
rl  lie  dumb  fpeak  wonders  !  and  the  lame 
Leap  like  the  hart,    and  blefs  his  name ! 

%  Thus  doth  th'  eternal  Spirit  own, 
And  feal  the  miffion  of  the  Son  ; 
The  Father  vindicates  his  caufe, 
While  he  hangs  bleeding  on  the  crofs. 


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3  He  dies  !  the  heav'ns  in  mourning  flood  ; 
He  rifes,  and  appears  a  God  ! 

Behold  the  Lord  afcending  high^ 
No  more  to  bleed,  no  more  to  die. 

4  Hence,  and  for  ever,  from  my  heart 
I  bid  my  doubts  and  fears  depart ; 
And  to  thofe  hands  my  foul  refign, 
Which  bears  credentials  fo  divine. 

HYMN     CXXXVIII.     Long  Metre. 

The  power  of  the  gospel. 

1  HpHIS  is  the  word  of  truth  and  love, 

A     Sent  to  the  nations  from  above  \ 
Jehovah  here  refolves  to  mow 
What  his  almighty  grace  can  do. 

2  This  remedy  did  wifdom  find, 
To  heal  difeafes  of  the  mind  : 

This  fov'reign  balm,  whofe  virtues  can 
Reftore the  ruin'd  creature,  man. 

3  The  gofpel  bids  the  dead  revive, 
Sinners  obey  the  voice,  and  live  : 

Dry  bones  are  rais'd,  and  cloth'd  afrefli, 
And  hearts  of  (lone  are  turn'd  to  flefli. 

4  [Where  Satan  reign'd  in  fhades  of  night, 
The  gofpel  ftrikes  a  heav'nly- light ; 

Our  luds  its  wond'rous  pow'r  controuls, 
And  calms  the  rage  of  angry  fouls. 

5  Lions,  and  beads  of  favage  name, 
Puts  on  the  nature  of  the  lamb  ; 
While  the  wide  world  efteems  it  ilrange, 
Gaze,  and  admire3  and  hate  the  change. 


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6  May  but  this  grace  my  foul  renew, 
Let  Tinners  gaze  and  hate  me  too  : 
The  word  that  faves  me  does  engage 
A  fure  defence  from  all  their  rage.} 

HYMN     CXXXIX.     Long  Metre. 
The  example  of  Christ. 

1  T\yTY  dear  Redemer'  and  my  Lord, 
-LtX    I  read  my  duty  in  thy  word  : 
But  in  thy  life  the  law  appears, 
Drawn  out  in  living  characters. 

2  Such  was  thy  truth,  and  fuch  thy  zeal, 
Such  dePrence  to  thy  Father's  will, 
Such  love,  and  meeknefs  fo  divine, 

I  would  transcribe,  and  make  them  mine. 

3  Cold  mountains,  and  the  midnight  air, 
Witnefs'd  the  fervour  of  thy  pray'r  ; 
The  defert  thy  temptations  knew, 

Thy  conflict  and  thy  vicVry  too. 

4  Be  thou  my  pattern ;  make  me  bear 
More  of  thy  gracious  image  here  ! 

Then  God,  the  Judge,  fhall  own  my  name 
Amongft  thefolFwers  of  the  Lamb. 

HYMN     CXL.     Common  Metre. 

The  examples  of  Christ  and  the  saints. 

1    C^  IVE  me  the  wnlgs  of  faitn  t0  rife 
VX  t  Within  the  vail,  and  fee 
1  he  faints  above,  how  great  their  joys, 
How  bright  their  glories  be ! 


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1  Once  they  were  mourning  here  below, 
And  wet  their  couch  with  tears  : 
They  wreftled  hard  as  we  do  now, 
With  fins,  and  doubts,  and  fears. 

3  I  aik  them,  whence  their  vicl'ry  came? 

They,  with  united  breath, 
Afcribe  their  conqueft  to  the  Lamb  ; 
Their  triumph  to  his  death. 

4  They  mark'd  the  footfteps  that  he  trod, 

(His  zeal  infpir'd  their  bread  ;-) 
And,  following  the  incarnate  God, 
PorTefs'd  the  promis'd  reft. 

5  Our  glorious  Leader  claims  our  praife 

For  his  own  pattern  giv'n, 
While  the  long  cloud  of  witnefTes 
Show  the  fame  path  to  heav'n. 

HYMN    CXLI.     Common  Metre. 

"Faith  assisted  by  sense  ;  or,  Preachings  baptism^  and 
the  Lord's  Supper, 

1  T\  /fY  Saviour  God,  my  Sovereign  Prince 
± V Jl     Reigns  far  above  the  Ikies  5 

But  brings  his  graces  down  to  fenfe, 
And  helps  my  faith  to  rife. 

2  My  eyes  and  ears  mall  blefs  his  name, 

They  read  and  hear  his  word : 
My  touch  and  tafte  fhall  do  the  fame, 
When  they  receive  the  Lord. 

3  Baptifmal  water  is  defign'd 

To  feal  his  cleanfing  grace  ; 
While  at  his  feaft  of  bread  and  wine, , 
He  gives  his  faints  a  place  : 


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4  But  not  the  waters  of  a  flood 

Can  make  my  flefh  fo  clean, 
As  by  his  Spirit  and  his  blood 
He'll  wain  my  foul  from  fin. 

5  Not  choicefl  meats,  nor  nobleft  wines, 

So  much  my  heart  refrefh, 
As  when  my  faith  goes  through  the  figns, 
And  feeds  upon  his  flefh. 

6  I  love  the  Lord,  who  ftoops  fo  low, 

1  o  give  his  word  a  feal : 
But  the  rich  grace  his  hands  beftoW, 
Exceeds  the  figures  flill. 

HYMN    CXLII.     Short  Metre. 

Faith  in  Christ  our  sacrifice. 

1  tvtot  ai1  the  bi°°d  °f  beafis' 

JL^f     On  Jewifh  altars  flain, 
Could  give  the  guilty  confcience  peace, 
Or  warn  away  the  flain. 

2  But  Chrift. the  heav'nly  Lamb, 

Takes  all  our  fins  away ; 
A  facrifice  of  nobler  name, 
And  richer  blood  than  they. 

3  My  faith  would  lay  her  hand 

On  that  dear  head  of  thine, 
While  like  a  penitent  I  fland, 

And  there  confefs  my  fin. 
5  Believing,  we  rejoice 

To  fee  the  curfe  remove ; 
We  blefs  the  Lamb  with  cheerful  voice, 

And  fing  his  bleeding  love. 


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HYMN    CXLIII.     Common  Metre- 

Flesh  and  Spirit. 
j   "IT THAT  difFrent  pow'rs  of  grace  and  fin 
VV     Attend  our  mortal  ftate  ? . 
I  hate  the  thoughts  that  work  within, 
And  do  the  works  I  hate. 

t2  Now  I  complain,  and  groan,  and  die, 
While  fin  and  Satan  reign  ; 
Now  raife  my  fongs  of  triumph  high, 
For  grace  prevails  again. 

3  So  darknefs  flruggles  wich  the  light, 

'  i  ill  perfect  day  arife  ; 
Water  and  fire  maintain  the  fight 
Until  the  weaker  dies. 

4  Thus  will  the  flefh  and  fpirit  flrive, 

A  nd  vex  and  break  my  peace  ; 
But.  I  fhall  quit  this  mortal  life, 
And  fin  for  ever  ceafe. 

HYMN    CXLIV.   Long  Metre. 

The  effusion  of  the  Spirit ;  or,  The  success    of  the 
gospel. 

1    /^*  RE  AT  was  the  day,  the  joy  was  great, 
\JJT  When  the  divine  difciples  met ; 
W  hilft  on  their  heads  the  Spirit  came, 
And  fat  like  tongues  of  cloven  name. 

t  What  gifts,  what  miracles  he  gave  ! 
And  pow'r  to  kill,  and  pow'r  to  fave ! 
Furnifh'd  their  tongues  with  wond'rous  words, 
Inftead  pf  fhields,  and  fpears,  and  fwords. 

X 


242  Hymns  and  B.  II, 

3  Thus  arm'd  he  fent  the  champions  forth,  : 
From  eaft  to  well,  from  fouth  to  north  ; 

Oo,  and  affert  your  Saviour's  caufe  : 
„  i      Go,  fpread  the  myft'ry  of  his  crofs." 

4  Thefe  weapons  of  the  holy  war, 
Of  what  almighty  force  they  are, 
To  make  our  flubborn  paffions  bow, 
And  lay  the  proudeft  rebel  low ! 

5  Nations,  the  learned  and  the  rude, 
Are  by  thefe  heav'nly  arms  fubdu'd  : 
While  Satan  rages  at  his  lofs, 

And  hates  the  do&rine  of  the  crofs. 

6  Great  King  of  grace,  my  heart  fubdue  -p 
I  would  be  led  in  triumph  too, 

A  willing  captive  to  my  Lord, 
And  fing  the  vi& 'ries  of  his  word. 

HYMN   CXLV.     Common  Metre. 

Sight  through  a  glass,  and  face  to  face* 

1  r  LOVE  the  windows  of  thy  grace, 
X  Through  which  my  Lord  is  feen, 
And  long  to  meet  my  Saviour's  face, 

Without  a  glafs  between. 

2  Oh,  that  the  happy  hour  were  come, 

To  change  my  faith  to  fight ! 
1  mould  behold  my  Lord  at  home, 
In  a  diviner  light. 

3  Hade,  my  beloved,  and  remove 

Thefe  interpofing  days ; 
Then  mall  my  paffions  all  be  love, 
And  all  my  pow'rs  be  praife. 


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HYMN  CXL VI.  Long    Metre. 

The  vanity  of  creatures  ;  or,  No  rest  on  earth, 

1  "\ /fAN  has  a  foul  of  vail  defires, 
J^VX  He  burns  within  with  reftlefs  fires ; 
Toit  to  and  fro,  his  paflions  fly 

From  vanity  to  vanity. 

2  In  vain  on  earth  we  hope  to  find 
Some  folid  good  to  fill  the  mind  : 
We  try  new  pleafures ;  but  we  feel 
The  inward  thirft  and  torment  Hill. 

3  So  when  a  raging  fever  burns. 

We  miit  from  fide  to  fide  by  turns ; 

And  'tis  a  poor  relief  we  gain, 

To  change  the  place  but  keep  the  pain. 

4  Great  God !  fubdue  this  vicious  thirft, 
This  love  to  vanity  and  dull ! 

Cure  the  vile  fever  of  the  mind 
And  feed  our  fouls  with  joys  refined. 

HYMN     CXL VII.  Common   Metre 

The  creation  of  the  world.     Gen.  i. 
1  "  T^JOW  let  a  fpacious  world  arife," 
1  11    Said  the  Creator  Lord  : 
At  once  th'  obedient  earth  and  ikies 
Rofe  at  his  fov'reign  word. 

2  [Dark  was  the  deep  ;  the  waters  lay 

Confus'd,  and  drown'd  the  land  ; 
He  call'd  the  light ;  the  new-born  day 
Attends  on  his  command. 

3  He  bids  the  clouds  afcend  on  high  ; 

The  clouds  afcend,  and  bear 


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A  wat'ry  treafnre  to  the  fky, 
And  float  on  fofter  air. 

4  The  liquid  element  below  ['[ 

Was  gather'd  by. his  hand  : 
The  rolling  feas  together  flow, 
And  leave  the  folid  land. 

5  With  herbs  and  plants,  a  flow'ry  birth, 

The  naked  globe  he  crown'd, 
Ere  there  was  rain  to  blefs  the  earth, 
Or  fun  to  warm  the  ground. 

6  Then  he  adorn'd  the  upper  fkies ; 

Behold  the  fun  appears ; 
The  moon  and  ilars  in  order  rife5 
To  mark  out  months  and  years. 

7  Out  of  the  deep  th*  almighty  King 

Did  vital  beings  frame, 
The  painted  fowls  of  ev'ry  wing, 
And  fifh  of  ev'ry  name.  J 

8  He  gave  the  lion  and  the  worm 

At  once  their  wond'rous  birth, 
And  grazing  beafts  of  various  form 
Rofefrom  the  teeming  earth. 

9  Adam  was  fram'd  of  equal  clay, 

Though  fov'reign  of  the  reft, 
Defign'd  for  nobler  ends  than  they  ; 
With  God's  own  image  bleft. 

I  o  Thus  glorious  in  the  Maker's  eye 
The  young  creation  flood  ; 
He  faw  the  building  from  on  high, 
His  word  pronounc'd  it  good. 

1 i  Lord,  while  the  frame  of  nature  Hands, 
Thy  praife  fhall  fill  my  tongue  : 


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But  the  new  world  of  grace  demands 
A  more  exalted  fong. 

HYMN  CXLVIII.    Common  Metre. 

God  reconciled  in  Christ. 
!  Tp^EAREST  of  all  the  names  above, 
JL/   My  Jems,  and  my  God, 
W  no  can  refill  thy  heav'nly  love, 
Or  trifle  with  thy  blood  ? 

2  Tis  by  the  merits  of  thy  death 

The  Father  fmiles  again  ; 
'Tis  by  thine  interceding  breath 
The  Spirit  dwells  with  men. 

3  Till  God  in  human  flelh  I  fee, 

My  thoughts  no  comfort  find  ; 
The  holy,  juft,  and  facred  1  hree 
Are  terrors  to  my  mind. 

4  But  if  Immanuel's  face  appear, 

My. hope,  my  joy  begins  ; 
His  name* forbids  my  fiavifli  fear, 
His  grace  removes  my  fins. 

5  While  Jews  on  their  own  law  rely5 

And  Greeks  of  wifdorn  boafl, 
I  love  th'  incarnate  myftery, 
And  there  I  fix  my  trull. 

HYMN    CXLIX.     Common  Metre. 

Honour  to  magistrates ;  or,  Government  from 
God. 


E 


TERN  A  L  Sov'reign  of  the  fky, 
And  Lord  of  all  below, 
X  2 


i3  H  y  m"n  s    and  B, 

We  mortals  to  thy  majefly 
Our  mil  obedience  owe. 

2  Our  fouls  adore  thy  throne  fupreme, 

And  biefs  thy  providence, 
For  magiftrates  of  meaner  name, 
Our  glory  and  defence. 

3  [The  crown  of  all  thofe  princes  mine 

With  rays  above  the  reft, 
Where  laws  and  liberties  combine 
To  make  the  nation  bleft.] 

4  Kingdoms  on  firm  foundations  ftand, 

While  virtue  finds  reward ; 
And  fmners  perifh  from  the  land 
By  juftice  and  thefword. 

5  Let  Cefar's  due  be  ever  paid 

To  Cefar  and  his  throne ; 
But  confeiences  and  fouls  were  made 
To  be  the  Lord's  alone. 

HYMN     CL.     Common  Metre. 

The  deceitfulness  of  sin* 

i    O  IN  has  a  thoufand  treach'rous  arts 
\^y  To  practice  on  the  mind  ; 
With  flatt'ring  looks  me  tempts  our  hearts, 
But  leaves  a  fling  behind. 

2  With  names  of  virtue  fhe  deceives 

The  aged  and  the  young ; 
And  while  the  heedlefs  wretch  believes, 
She  makes  his  fetters  ftrong. 

3  She  pleads  for  ail  the  joys  fhe  brings, 

And  gives  a  fair  pretence ; 
But  cheats  the  foul  of  heav'nly  things, 
And  chains  it  down  to  fcpfe. 


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-  So  on  a  tree  divinely  fair 

Grew  the  forbidden  food  ; 
Our  mother  took  the  poifon  there, 
And  tainted  all  her  blood. 

HYMN    CLI.     Long  Metre. 
Prophecy  and  inspiration. 
,   WW  AS  by  an  order  from  the  Lord, 
I      The  ancient  prophets  fpoke  his  word  j 
RTSpirit  did  their  ungues  mfpire 
And  warm'd  their  hearts  with  heav  nly  fire 
a  The  works  and  wonders  which  they  wrought 
Confirm*  the  meifages  the) ^brought, 
The  prophet's  pen  fucceedsh.  breath 

To  fave  the  holy  words  from  death. 
,  Great  God!  nnne  eyes  with  pleasure  look 
6   On  the  dear  volume  of  thy  book ; 
There  my  Redeemer's  face  1  lee, 
And  read  his  name  who  dy'd  for  me. 

.  Let  the  falfe  raptures  of  the  mind 
Beloftandvaniihinthewmd: 

Here  I  can  fix  my  hope  iecure ; 
?his  is  thy  word  and  muft  endure. 

HYMN   CLII.     Common  Metre. 

Sinai  andSion.     Heb.  xii.  18,  &c 

NOT  to  the  terrors  of  the  Lord, 
Thetempeft,  fire,  and  fmoke; 
Not  to  the  thunder  of  that  word 
Which  God  on  Sinai  ipoKe  ; 


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2  But  we  are  come  to  Sion's  hill, 

The  city  of  our  God, 
Where  milder  words  declare  his  will, 
And  fpread  his  love  abroad. 

3  Behold  th'  innumerable  hofl 

Of  angels,  clolh'd  in  light ! 
Behold  the  fpirits  of  the  juft, 
Whole  faith  is  turn'd  to  fight ! 

4  Behold  the  blefl  aifembly  there, 

Whofe  names  are  writ  in  heav'n  ! 
And  God,  the  Judge  of  all,  declares 
Their  vilefh  fins  forgiv'n. 

5  The  faints  on  earth,  and  all  the  dead, 

But  one  communion  make  ; 
All  join  in  Thrift,  their  living  head, 
And  of  his  grace  partake. 

6  In  fuch  fociety  as  this 

My  weary  foul  would  reft  : 
The  man  that  dwells  where  Jefus  is, 
Mud  be  for  ever  blefl. 

HYMN    CLIII.     Common  Metre. 

The  distemper ,  folly,  and  madness  of  shh 

1  C^»  like  a  venomous  difeafe, 
l3    Infeds  our  vital  blood : 
The  only  balm  is  fov'reign  grace, 

And  the  phyfician  God. 

2  Our  beauty  and  our  ftrength  are  fled, 

And  we  draw  near  to  death  ; 
LBut  Chrift,  the  Lord,  recalls  the  dead 
With  his  almighty  breath . 


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,  Madnefs,  by  nature,  reigns  within, 
^       The  paflicms  bum  and  rage,      , 
'Till  God's  own  Son  with  (kill  divine 
The  inward  fiTe  afl'uage. 
m  TWe  lick  the  duft,  we  grafp  the  wind, 
And  folid  good  ii«fpife  : 
Such  is  the  folly  or  the  nimd, 
'Till  Jefus  makes  us  wile.  J 
,  We  give  our  fouls  the  wounds  they  feel, 
3       We  drink  the  pois'nous  gad, 
And  rum  with  fury  down  to  hell  j 
But  heav'n  prevents  the  tall. 

£  ["The  man  poffefs'd  among  the  tombs,  .  , 

Cut  his  own  flefli  and  cries  : 
He  foams  and  raves,  'till  Jefus  comes, 
And  the  foul  fpint  flies.  J 

HYMN    CLIV.    Long  Metre. 

Self-righteousness  insufficient. 

,  ..XTTHERE  are  the  mourners,  (feh  the  Lord,) 
W    That  wait  and  tremble  at  my  word, 

That  walk  in  darknefs  all  the  day  ?  . 

Come,  make  my  name  your  trull  ana  flay. 
„  mo  works  nor  duties  of  your  own 

Can  for  the  fmalleft  fin  atone  ; 

The  robes  that  nature  may  provide, 

Will  not  your  leaft  pollution  hide. 
,  The  fofteft  couch  that  nature  knows, 
3  Can  give  the  confcience  110  repofc  : 

Look  to  my  ri ghteoufnefs_  and  live  ; 
Comfort  and  peace  are  mine  to  gne.j 


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4  ™-  u°nS  °f  pride'  that  IdndIe  coals 

With  your  own  hands,  to  warm  your  fouls, 
Walk  in  the  light  of  your  own  fire, 
i-njoy  the  fparks  that  ye  defire  : 

5  This  is  pur  portion  at  my  hands, 
-Hell  waits  you  with  her  iron  bands  ; 

Ye  fhall  he  down  in  forrow  there, 

in  death,  and  darknefs,  and  defpair." 

J  HYMN    CLV.     Common  M*tr* 

Christ  our  passover. 

1    T     °:  tl™  deflr°ying  angel  flies 
JLi    l  o  Pnaroah's  ftubborn  land  I 
ine  pride  and  fWr  of  Egypt  dies 
i>y  his  vindictive  hand. 
*  He  pafs'd  the  tents  of  Jacob  o'er, 
Nor  pour'd  the  wrath  divine  ; 
He  faw  the  blood  on  ev'ry  door, 
And  blefs'd  the  peaceful  fign.' 
3  Thus  the  appointed  Lamb  muft  bleed, 
To  break  th'  Egyptian's  yoke; 
ihus  Ifrael  is  from  bondage  freed, 
And  'fcapes  the  angel's  ftroke.  ' 

4  L°^;-  u  ^  heart  wers  fP™kled  too, 

With  blood  fo  rich  as  thine, 
Juftice  no  longer  would  purfue 
This  guilty  foul  of  mine. 

5  Jefus,  our  paffover,  was  flain, 

And  has  at  once  procur'd, 

FreAed°™  fro,m  Satan's  heavy  chain 
And  God's  avenging  fword. 


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HYMN    CLVL     Common  Metre. 

Presumption  and  despair  ;  or,  Safaris  various  temp- 
tations. 

j    T  HATE  the  tempter  and  his  charms., 
I  hate  his  flatt'ring  breath  ; 
ri  he  ferpent  takes  a  thoufand  forms, 
T©  cheat  our  fouls  to  death. 
2  He  feeds  our  hopes  with  airy  dreams, 
Or  lulls  with  flavifh  fear  ; 
And  holds  us  (till  in  wide  extremes, 
Prefumption  or  defpair. 
5  Now  he  perfuades,  "  How  eafy  'tis 
"  To  walk  the  road  toheav'n:'' 
Anon  he  fwells  our  fins,  and  cries, 
"  They  cannot  be  forgiv'n." 
I  [He  bids  young  fmners,  "  Yet  forbear 
"  To  think  of  God  or  death-; 
"  For  prayer  and  devotion  are 
"  But  melancholy  breath." 

5  He  tells  the  aged,  "  Theymuft  die, 
"  And  'tis  too  late  to  pray  : 
"  In  vain  for  mercy  now  they  cry, 
*  For  they  have  loft  their  day-"] 
1  Thus  he  fupports  his  cruel  throne 
By  mifchief  and  deceit, 
And  drags  the  fons  of  Adam  down 
To  darknefs  and  the  pit. 
7  Almighty  God,  cut  fhort  his  pow'r, 
Let  him  in  darknefs  dwell ; 
And,  that  he  vex  the  earth  no  more. 
Confine  him  down  to  hell. 


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252  Hymns    and  B.  II, 

HYMN    CLVIL     Common  Metre. 

The  fame. 

*   TVT^V  Satan  comes  with  dreadful  roar, 
JJ\    And  threatens  to  deflroy  ; 
1^  worries  whom  he  can't  devour 
With  a  malicious  joy. 
ft  Ye  fons  of  God  oppofe  his  rage. 
Refill,  and  he'll  be  gone ; 
Thus  did  our  deareft  Lord  engage 
And  vanquifh  him  alone. 

3  Now  he  appears  almoft  divine  ! 

Like  innocence  and  love  ; 
But  the  old  ferpent  lurks  within, 
When  he  afiumes  the  dove. 

4  Fly  from  the  falfe  deceiver's  tongue 

Ye  fons  of  Adam,  fly ! 
Our  parents  found  the  fnare  too  ftrong, 
Nor  mould  the  children  try. 

HYMN    CLVIII.     Long  Metre. 

Few  saved;  or,  The  almost  christian,  the  hypocrite, 
and  apostate. 

1  TK  ROAD  is  the  road  that  leads  to  death, 
JL>    And  thoufands  walk  together  there  j 
bur  wifdom  Ihows  a  narrow  path, 

With  here  and  there  a  traveller. 

2  Deny  thyself,  and  take  thy  cross, 

Is  the  Redeemer's  great  command  ! 
Nature  muft  count  her  gold  but  drofs, 
If  fhe  would  gain  this  heav'nly  land. 


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2  The  fearful  foul,  that  tires  and  faints, 
And  walks  the  ways  of  God  no  more, 
Is  but  efleem'd— almoft  a  faint, 
And  makes  his  own  deftrudion  fure. 

4  Lord,  let  not  all  my  hopes  be  vain, 
Create  my  heart  entirely  new  ; 
Which  hypocrites  could  ne'er  attain, 
Which  falfe  apoftles  never  knew. 

HYMN    CLIX.     Common  Metre.' 

An  unconverted  state;  or,  Converting  grace. 

1  f|K  RE  AT  King  of  glory  and  of  grace  ! 

%j:  We  own  with  humble  ftiame, 
How  vile  is  our  degenerate  race," 
And  our  firft  father's  name.] 

2  From  Adam  flows  our  tainted  blood, 

The  poifon  reigns  within  ; 
Makes  us  averfe  to  all  that's  good, 
And  willing  Haves  to  fin. 

3  [Daily  we  break  thy  holy  laws, 

And  then  rejeft  thy  grace  ; 
Engag'd  in  the  old  ferpent's  caufe, 
Againfl  our  Maker's  face  ] 

4  We  live  eftrang'd  afar  from  God, 

And  love  the  diftance  well ; 
With  hade  we  run  the  dang'rous  road 
That  leads  to  death  and  hell. 

5  And  can  fuch  rebels  be  reftor'd  ! 

Such  natures  made  divine  ! 
Let  finners  fee  thy  glory,  Lord, 
And  feel  this  pow'r  of  thine. 
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6  We  raife  our  Father's  name  on  high, 
*  Who  his  own  Spirit  fends 
To  bring  rebellious  ftrangers  nigh, 
And  turns  his  foes  to  friends. 

HYMN    CLX.     Long. Metre. 

Custom  in  sin- 
i     R      ET  the  wild  leopards  of  the  wood 

JLj  Put  off  the  fpots  that  nature  gives, 

'1  acn  may  the  wicked  turn  to  God, 

And  change  their  tempers,  and  their  lives, 
i  As  well  might  Ethiopian  fiaves, 

Wafh  out  the  darknefs  of  their  fkin  ; 

The  dead  as  well  may  leave  their  graves, 

As  old  tranfgreflbrs  ceafe  to  fin. 

3  Where  vice  has  held  its  empire  long, 
'Twill  not  endure  the  leafl  controul 
None  but  a  pow'r  divinely  ftrong, 
Can  turn  the  current  of  the  foul. 

4  Great  God  !  I  own  thy  pow'r  divine, 
That  works  to  change  this  heart  of  mine ; 
I  would  be  form'd  anew,  and  blefs 

The  wonders  of  creating  grace. 

HYMN    CLXI.     Common  Metre. 

Christian  virtues  ;  or,  The  difficulty  of  conversion. 

I    OTRrIT  is  the  way,  the  door  is  ftrait, 
|^    1  hat  leads  to  joys  on  high  ; 
'i  is  but  a  few  that  find  the  gate, 
While  crowds  miflake  and  die. 


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2  Beloved  felf  mull  be  deny'd, 

The  mind  and  will  renew'd, 
Paflionfupprefs'd  and  patience  try'd, 

And  vain  defires  fubdu'd.  • 

3  [Flefh  is  a  dangerous  foe  to  grace, 

Where  it  prevails  and  rules  ; 
Flefh  muft  be  humbled,  pride  abas'd, 
Left  they  deftroy  our  fouls.] 

4  The  love  of  gold  be  baniuYd  hence, 

(That  vile  idolatry) 
And  ev'ry  member,  ev'ry  fenfe, 
In  fweet  fubje&ion  lie. 

5  The. .tongue,  that  mofl  unruly  pow'r. 

Requires  a  flrong  reftraint  : 

We  muft  be  watchful  ev'ry  hour. 

And  pray,  but  never  faint. 

6  Lord !  can  a  feeble  helplefs  worm 

Fulfil  a  talk  fo  hard ! 
Thy  grace  muft  all  my  work  perform, 
And  give  the  free  reward. 

HYMN  CLXII.     Common  Metre. 

Meditation  of  heaven  ;  or,  The  joy  of  faith. 

i  T\/T  Y  thoughts  furmount  thefe  lower  ikies, 
A.VJl  And  look  within  the  vail ; 
There  fprings  of  endlefs  pleafure  rife, 
The  waters  never  fail. 

1  There  I  behold,  with  fweet  delight, 
The  bleifed  Three  in  One  ; 
And  ftrong  affections  fix  my  fight 
On  God  s  incarnate  Son- 


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3  His  promife  ftands  for  ever  firm, 

His  grace  mail  ne'er  depart ; 
He  binds  my  name  upon  his  arm, 
And  feals  it  on  his  heart. 

4  Light  are  the  pains  that  nature  brings, 

How  fhort  our  forrows  are  ; 
When  with  eternal  future  things, 
1  he  prefent  we  compare  ! 

5  I  would  not  be  a  ftranger  flill 

To  that  celeftial  place, 
Where  I  for  ever  hope  to  dwell 
Near  my  Redeemer's  face. 

HYMN    CLXIIL     Common  Metre. 

Complaint  of  desertion  and  temptation. 

1  TP\EAR  Lord  !  behold  our  fore  diftrefs, 

\  3    Our  fins  attempt  to  reign  ; 
Stretch  out  thine  arm  of  conqu'ring  grace, 
And  let  thy  foes  be  flain. 

2  [The  Lion  with  his  dreadful  roar 

Affrights  thy  feeble  fheep  : 
Reveal  the  glory  of  thy  pow'r, 
And  chain  him  to  the  deep. 

3  Muft  we  indulge  a  long  defpair  ? 

Shall  our  petitions  die  ? 
Our  mourning  never  reach  thine  ear, 
Nor  tears  affect  thine  eye  ? 

4  If  thou  defpife  a  mortal  groan, 

Yet  hear  a  Saviour's  blood  ; 
An  advocate  fo  near  the  throne . 
Pleads  and  prevails  with  God. 


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5  He  brought  the  Spirit's  pow'rful  fword, 

To  flay  our  deadly  foes  : 
Our  fins  fhall  die  beneath  thy  word 
And  hell  in  vain  oppofe. 

6  How  boundlefs  is  our  Father's  grace, 

In  height,  and  depth,  and  length  ! 
He  makes  his  Son  our  righteoufnefs, 
His  Spirit  is  our  firength. 

HYMN    CLXIV.     Common  Metre. 

The  end  of  the  world* 

1  "^Pr  T  HY  mould  this  earth  delight  us  fo  ? 

YV      Why  mould  we  fix  our  eyes 
On  thefe  low  grounds  where  forrows  grow, 
And  ev'ry  pleafure  dies. 

2  While  time  his  marpefl  teeth  prepares 

Our  comforts  to  devour, 

There  is  a  land  above  the  flars, 

And  joys  above  his  pow'r. 

3  Nature  fhall  be  difolv'd  and  die, 

The  fun  muft  end  his  race, 
The  earth  and  fea  for  ever  fly 
Before  my  Saviour's  face. 

4  When  will  that  glorious  morning  rife  ? 

When  the  lafl  trumpet  found, 
And  call  the  nations  to  the  fkies 
From  underneath  the  ground  ? 
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258  Hymns  and  B.  II. 

HYMN   CLXV.     Common  Metre. 

bnfruilf ulness,  ignorance,  and  unsanciified 
affections, 

1  TJ      ON  G  have  I  i'at  beneath  the  made 
I   i   Of-thy  falvation,  Lord; 

JbuL  itill  how  weak  my  faith  is  found, 
.And  knowledge  of  thy  word  ! 

2  Oft  I  frequent  thy  holy  place, 

And  hear  almofl  in  vain  ; 
How  fmall  a  portion  of  thy  grace 
My  mem'ry  can  retain  ! 

3  [My  dear  almighty,  and  my  God, 

How  little  art  thou  known 
By  all  the  judgments  of  thy  rod, 
And  bleilings  of  thy  throne  ?] 

4  [How  cold  and  feeble  is  my  love ! 

How  negligent   my  fear  ! 
How  low  my  hope  of  joys  above  ! 
How  few  affections  there  \~] 

5  Great  God  thy  fov'reign  pow'r  impart, 

To  give  thy  word  fuccefs  : 
Write  thy  falvation  in  my  heart, 
And  make  me  learn  thy  grace. 

H5  [Show  my  forgetful  feet  the  w7ay 
1  hat  leads  to  joys  on  high  ; 
There  knowledge  grows  without  decay, 
And  love  mall  never  die.J 


B.  II.         Spiritual  Songs.  259 

HYMN  CLXVI.     Common  Metre. 

The  divine  perfections. 

1    TT  O  W  mail  I  praife  the  eternal  God, 
7X    i  hat  Infinite  unknown  ? 
Vviig  can  afcendhis  high  abode, 
Or  venture  near  his  throne  ? 

1  [  T  he  great  Invifible  !  he  dwells 
.  Conceal' d  in  dazzling  light ; 
But  his  all-learching  eye  reveals 
The  iecrets  of  the  night. 

3  Thofe  watchful  eyes,  that  never  fleep, 

.Survey  the  world  around  ; 
His  wifdom  is  the  boundlefs  deep, 

Where  all  our  thoughts  are  drown'd.] 

4  Speak  we  of  itrength  ?  his  arm  is  ftrong, 

To  fave  or  to  deftroy ; 
Infinite  years  his  lite  prolong, 
And  endlefs  is 'his  joy.] 

5  [He  knows  no  fliadow  of  a  change, 

Nor  alters  his  decrees ; 
Firm  as  a  rock  his  truth  remains, 
To  guard  his  promifes  ] 

6  [Sinners  before  his  prefence  die 

How  holy  is  his  name ! 
His  anger  and  his  jealoufy 
Burn  like  devouring  flame.] 

Juftice  upon  a  dreadful  throne 

Maintains  the  rights  of  God, 
"While  mercy  fends  her  pardons  down, 

Bought  with  a  Saviour's  blood. 


G 


260  Hymns  and  B.  II, 

8  Now  to  my  foul,  immortal  King, 
iSpeak  fome  forgiving  word  ; 
Then  'twill  be  double  joy  to  fing 
The  glories  of  my  Lord. 

HYMN   CLXVII.     Long  Metre. 

The  divine  perfections. 
RE  AT  God !  thy  glories  mall  employ 
My  holy  fear,  my  humble  joy ! 
My  lips,  in  fongs  of  honour,  bring 
Their  tribute  to  th'  eternal  King. 

{  [Earth  and  the  liars,  and  worlds  unknown, 
Depend  precarious  on  his  throne  ; 
All  nature  hangs  upon  his  word, 
And  grace  and  glory  own  their  Lord.] 

;  [His  fov'reign  pow'r,  what  mortal  knows  ? 
If  he  commands,  who  dare  oppofe  ? 
With  ftrength  he  girds  himfelf  around, 
And  treads  the  rebels  to  the  ground.! 

[Who  mail  pretend  to  teach  his  {kill, 
Or  guide  the  counfels  of  his  will  ? 
His  wifdom,  like  a  fea  divine, 
Flows  deep  and  high  beyond  our  line.] 
[His  name  is  holy  and  his  eye 
Burns  with  immortal  jealoufy  ; 
He  hates  the  fons  of  pride,  and  fheds 
His  fiery  vengeance  on  their  heads.] 

[The  beamings  of  his  piercing  light  j 
Brings  dark  hypocrify  to  light ; 
Death  and  deftru&ion  naked  lie, 
And  hell  uncover'd  to  his  eye.] 


B.  II.        SpiritualSongs.  26* 

7  [TV  eternal  law  before  him  flands  ; 
His  juftice,  with  impartial  hands* 
Divides  to  all  their  due  reward, 

Or  by  the  fceptre,  or  the  fword. 

8  [His  mercy,  like  a  boundlefs  fea, 
Waflies  our  load  of  guilt  away  ; 

While  his  own  Son  came  down  and  dy'd, 
T'  engage  his  juftice  on  our  fide.] 

9  [Each  of  his  words  demandcny  faith, 
My  foul  can  reft  on  all  he  faith  ; 
His  truth  inviolably  keeps 

The  largeft  promife  of  his  lips.] 

10  Oh,  tell  me  with  a  gentle  voice, 

"  Thou  art  my  God,'*  and  I'll  rejoice  ! 
Fill'd  with  thy  love,  I  dare  proclaim 
The  brighteft  honours  of  thy  name. 

HYMN  CLXVIII.  Long  Metre. 

The  fame. 

EHOVAH  reigns,  his  throne  is  high, 
His  robes  are  light  and  majefty : 
His  glory  mines  with  beams  fo  bright, 
No  mortal  can  fuflain  the  fight. 

2  His  terrors  keep  the  world  in  awe. 
His  juftice  guard  his  holy  law, 
His  love  reveals  a  fmiling  face, 

His  truth  and  promife  feal  the  grace. 

3  Through  all  his  works  his  wifdom  mines, 
And  baffles  Satan's  deep  defigns  5 

His  pow'r  is  fov'reign  to  fulfil 
The  noblefl  counfels  of  his  will. 


J 


%62  Hymns    and  B.  II. 

4  And  will  this  glorious  Lord  defcend 
To  be  my  Father  and  my  Friend  ? 
Then  let  my  fongs  with  angels  join  j 
Heav'nis  fecure,  if  God  be  mine. 

HYMN   CLXIX.  Particular  Metre. 

1  r  I  1HE  Lord  Jehovah  reigns, 

X     ^is  throne  is  built  on  high ; 
The  garments  he  aflumes, 
Are  light  and  majefty  j 

His  glories  fhine 

With  beams  fo  bright, 

No  mortal  eye 

Can  bear  the  fight. 

2  The  thunder  of  his  hand, 
Keep  the  wide  world  in  awe  ; 
His  wrath  and  juftice  ftand 
To  guard  his  holy  law ; 

And  where  his  love 
Refolves  to  blefs, 
His  truth  confirms 
And  feals  the  grace. 

5  Through  all  his  ancient  works 
Surprifing  wifdom  mines, 
Confounds  the  pow'rs  of  hell, 
And  breaks  their  curs'd  defigns  j 

Strong  is  his  arm 
Andfhall  fulfil 
-  His  great  decrees, 
Lis  fov'reign  will. 


B.  II.         Spiritual  Songs.         263 

4  And  can  this  mighty  King 
Of  glory  condefcend  ? 
And  will  he  write  his  name, 
"My  Father  and  my  Friend.' ' 

I  love  his  name, 

I  love  his  word  ; 

Join  all  my  pow'rs 

And  praife  the  Lord. 

HYMN   CLXX.    Long  Metre, 

God  incomprehensible  and  sovereign. 

1   r/~*  -^N  creatures,  to  perfeftion  find 
\^A    IV  eternal,  uncreated  mind  ? 

Or  can  the  largeil  ftretch  of  thought 

Meafure  and  fearch  his  nature  out  ? 
1  'Tis  high  as  heav'n !  'tis  deep  as  hell ! 

And  what  can  mortals  know,  or  tell  ? 

His  glory  fpreads  beyond  the  fky, 

And  all  the  mining  worlds  on  high. 
I  But  man,  vain  man,  would  fain  be  wife, 

Born,  like  a  wild  young  colt,  he  flies 

Through  all  the  follies  of  his  mind, 

And  fmells  and  muffs  the  empty  wind.] 
I-  God  is  a  King  of  pow'r  unknown, 

Firm  are  the  orders  of  his  throne  ; 

If  he  refolves,  who  dare  oppofe, 

Or  afk  him  why,  or  what  he  does  t 

He  wounds  the  heart,  and  he  makes  whole  5 
He  calms  the  tempeft  of  the  foul  j 
When  he  fhuts  up  in  long  defpair, 
Who  can  remove  the  heavy  bar  ? 


254  Hymns    and  B.  II. 

6  He  Frowns,  and  darknefs  veils  the  moon. 
The  fainting  fun  grows  dim  at  noon  j 
The  pillars  of  heav'n's  ftary  roof 
Tremble  and  flart  at  his  reproof. 

7  He  gave  the  vaulted  heav'nits  form, 
The  crooked  ferpent  and  the  worm, 
He  breaks  the  billows  with  his  breath, 
And  fmites  the  fons  of  pride  to  death. 

8  Thefe  are  a  portion  of  his  ways ; 
But  who  mall  dare  defcribe  his  face  ? 
Who  can  ensure  his  light  ?  or  ftand 
To  hear  the  thunders  of  his  hand  ? 


The  end  of  the  second  book, 


HYMNS 


AND 


SPIRITUAL      SONGS, 


BOOK    III. 


COMPOSED  FOR  THE  HOLY  ORDINANCE 
OF  THE  LORD'S  SUPPER. 


HYMN    I.     Long  Metre. 
The  Lord's  supper  instituted,     i  Cor.  xi.  23^  &c. 

1  'Hp WAS  on  that  dark,  that  doleful  night/" 
JL     When  pow'rs  of  earth  and  hell  arofe 

Againft  the  Son  of  God's  delight, 

And  friends  betray'd  him  to  his  foes  \ 
%  Before  the  mournful  fcene  began, 

He  took  the  bread,  and  blefs'd,  and  brake  ; 

What  love  through  all  his  actions  ran ! 

What  wond'rous  words  of  grace  he  fpake  I 

3  "  This  is  my  body  broke  for  fin, 

"  Receive  and  eat  the  living  food  :" 
Then  took  the  cup,  and  blefs'd  the  wine  % 
"  'Tis  the  new  covenant  in  my  blood/' 

4  [For  us  his  flefh  with  nails  was  torn, 
He  bore  the  fcourge,  he  felt  the  thorn  : 
And  juflice  pour'd  upon  his  head 

Its  heavy  vengeance,  in  our  flead* 

5  For  us  his  vital  blood  was  fpik, 
To  buy  the  pardon  of  our  guilt, 

Z 


266  Hymns  and  B.  III. 

When  for  black  crimes  of  biggeft  fize, 
He  gave  his  foul  a  factifice.] 

6  "  Do  this,  he  cry'd,  "till  time  fhail  end, 
"  In  mem'ry  of  your  dying  friend  : 

"  Meet  at  my  table,  and  record 

"  The  love  of  your  departed  Lord." 

7  [Jefus  thy  feaft,  we  celebrate, 

We  fhow  thy  death,  we  fmg  thy  name, 
'Till  thou  return,  and  we  mall  eat 
The  marriage  fupper  of  the  Lamb.] 

HYMN    II.     Short  Metre. 

Communion  with  Christ,  and  with  saints,      i  Cor. 
x.   1 6,   17. 

1  [TESUS  invites  his  faints 

J    To  meet  around  his  board  ; 

Here  pardon' d  rebels  fit  and  hold 

Communion  with  their  Lord. 

2  For  food  he  gives  his  flefli ; ' 

He  bids  us  drink  his  blood  : 
Amazing  favour  !  matchlefs  grace 
Of  our  defcending  God  !] 

3  This  holy  bread  and  wine, 

Maintains  our  fainting  breath, 
By  union  with  our  living  Lord, 
hvA  interefl  in  his  death. 

4  Our  her  v'nly  Father  calls 

Chrift  and  his  members  one ; 
We*  the  young  children  of  his  love, 
And  he  die  furl-bom  Son. 

5  We  are  butfevral  parts 

Of  the  fame  broken  bread  ±  '* 
One  body  hath  its  fev'rai  limbs, 
But  Jefus  is  the  head.  ff 


B.  III.       Spiritual  Songs.  267 

6  Let  all  our  pow'rs  be  join'd, 
His  glorious  name  to  raiie  ,_ 
Pleafure  and  love  fill  ev'rymmd, 

And  ev'ry  voice  his  praiie. 

HYMN    HI-    Common  Metre. 

The  new  covenant  sealed. 
.  .TTHE  promifeof  my  Father's  love 
i     «  Shall  ftand  for  ever  good : 
He  faid,  and  gave  his  foul  tc -death, 
And  feal'd  the  grace  with  blood. 
*  To  this  dear  cov'nant  of  thy  word 
I  fet  my  worthlefs  name  ; 
I  feal  th'  engagement  to  my  Lord, 
And  make  my  humble  claim. 
,   The  light,  andftrength,  and  pard'mng  grace, 

And  glory  ftall  be  mwe  } 
My  life  and  foul,  my  heart  and  flelh, 

And  all  my  pow'rs  are  thme. 
A  I  call  that  legacy  my  own, 

Which  Jefus  did  bequeath  5 
'Twas  purchafed  with  a  dying  groan, 
And  ratify'd  in  death- 
,  Sweet  is  the  mem'ry  of  his  name 
Who  blefs'd  us  in  his  will, 
Andtohkteftamentof  love 

Made  his  own  life  the  feal. 

HYMN    IV.     Common  Metre. 

Christ's  dying  love  ;    or,  Our  pardon  bought  at  a 

dear  price. 


H 


OW  condescending  and  how  kind 
Was  God's  eternal  Son! 


268  Hymns   and  B.  HI. 

°l7V.ry  «**'d  his  heav'nly  mind 
^nd  plty  brought  him  down  ' 

^CWhenjufticebyourfinsprovok'd 

Drew  forth  his  dreadful  Lrd,' 

JB rh:Sf°uluPtotheftroke 

Withoutamurm'ringword] 
3  [He  funk  beneath  our  heavy  woes 

To  raife  us  to  his  throne/  ' 

■But  coit  his  heart  a  groan.] 
4  This  was  companion  like  a  God, 
I  hat  when  the  Saviour  knew 
Ihepnce  of  pardon  was  his  blood, 
His  pity  ne'er  withdrew. 

5  Now,  though  he  reigns  exalted  high 
His  love  is  frill  as  great .  Sh> 

Well  he  remembers  Calvary, 
Nor  lets  his  faints  forget. 

6  [Here  ye  behold  his  bowels  roll 

-as  kmd  as  when  he  dy'd 

Andfeetheforrowsofhisfoul 
Bleed  through  his  wounded  fide  ] 

7  THere  we  receive  repeated  feals 

Of  Jefus' dying  love  j 
Hard  is  the  wretch  that  never  fed, 
One  foftaffeclion  move. 

8  Here  let  our  hearts  begin  to  melt, 

While  we  his  death  record, 
And  with  our  joy  for  pardon'd  guilt 
Mourn  that  we  pierc'd  the  Logrd' 


B.  III.        Spiritual  Songs.        ^9 
HYMN    V.     Common  Metre. 
Christ  the  bread  of  life.  John  vi.  3X»  35>  39- 
t   X    ET  us  adore  th' eternal  Word, 
_j  JTis  he  our  fouls  has  fed : 
Thou  art  the  living  ftream,  O  Lord, 
And  thou  th'  immortal  bread.  ^ 
a  [The  manna  came  from  lower  flues, 
But  Jefus  from  above, 
Where  the  frefli  fprings  of  pleafure  rile, 
And  rivers  flow  with  love. 
*  The  Jews,  the  fathers,  dy'd  at  laft, 
Who  ate  that  heav'nly  bread  ; 
But  thefe  provifions  which  we  tafte, 
Can  raife  us  from  the  dead.] 
4  Blefl  be  the  Lord,  that  gave  his  flefh 
To  nourifh  dying  men ; 
And  often  fpreads  his  table  frelh, 
Leaft  we  fliould  faint  again, 
r  Our  fouls  (hall  draw  their  heav'nly  breath, 
Whilft  Jefus  finds,  fupplies ; 
Nor  {hall  our  graces  fink  to  death, 
For  Jefus  never  dies. 
6  [Daily  our  mortal  flefh  decays, 
But'Chrift  our  life  fhall  come  j 
His  unrefifted  pow'r  fhall  raife 
Our  bodies  from  the  tomb.] 

HYMN    VI.     Long  Metre. 
The  memorial  of  our  absent  Lord.     John  xvi.  16. 
Lukexxii.   19.  John  xiv.  3. 
'ESUS  is  gone  above  the  ikies, 
Where  our  weak  fenfes  reach  him  not, 
Z2 


j 


Hy«ns    and  b.  HI. 

TnlCa Tl  °bjeas  court  our  eyes, 

1 hruft  our  Saviour  from  our  thoughts. 

With  h,s  own  flefh  and  dying  blood  • 
We  °n  the  rich  provifion  feed, 

And  tafte  the  wine,  and  blefs  our  God. 

4  Letfinful  fweetsbeall  forgot 

Chriftart5rrlefsinoure«eem; 
Chnft  and  his  love  fill  evry  thought 

AndfaKhandhopebefix'ionWm 

5  Whilft  he  is  abfent  from  our  fight, 

1  is  to  prepare  our  fouls  a  place, 
That  we  may  dwell  in  heav'nly  light, 
And  hve  for  ever  near  his  face. 

6  Whir8  ^  "W"*  t0  the  «* 

Whence  our  returning  Lord  mail  come  • 
We  wa,t  thy  hariot,s  aw.fu]  come , 

lo  fetch  our  longing  fpirfts  home,  j 
HYMN     VII.    Long  Metre. 

Crucifixion  to  the  world  by  the  cross  of  Christ 
Gal.  vi.   14. 

WHEN  I  furvey  the  wond'rous  crofs 
On  wmch  the  Prince  of  dorv  dv>d 
My  ncheft  gain  I  count  but  lofs,    S     7   Y  *' 
And  pour  contempt  on  all  my  pride. 


B.  III.         Spiritual   Songs.         271 

%  Forbid  it,  Lord,  that  I  Ihould  boaft, 
Save  in  the  death  of  Chrift,  my  God  : 
All  the  vain  things  that  charm  me  moit, 
I  facrifiee  them  to  his  blood, 

3  See,  from  his  head,  his  hands,  his  feet, 
Sorrow  and  love  flow  mingled  down  ! 
Did  e'er  fuch  love  and  forrow  meet  ? 

Or  thorns  compofe  fo  rich  a  crown  ? 

4  [His  dying  crimfon,  like  a  robe, 
Spreads  o'er  his  body  on  the  tree  ; 
Then  am  I  dead  to  all  the  globe, 
And  all  the  globe  is  dead  to  me,] 

5  Were  the  whole  realm  of  nature  mine, 
That  were  a  prefent  far  too  fmall ; 
Love  fo  amazing,  fo  divine, 
Demands  my  foul,  my  life,  my  all. 

HYMN    VIII.     Common  Metre. 

The  tree  of  life. 

1  [  /^OME,  let  us  join  a  joyful  tune 

\j   To  our  exalted  Lord, 
Ye  faints  on  high  around  his  throne, 
And  we  around  his  board.] 

2  While  once  upon  this  lower  ground, 

Weary  and  faint  ye  flood, 
What  dear  refrefhment  here  ye  found 
From  this  immortal  food  ! 

3  The  tree  of  life,  that  near  the  throne, 

In  heav'n's  high  garden  grows, 
Laden  with  grace,  bends  gently  down 
Its  ever  fouling  boughs. 


272  Hymns  and  b.  III. 

4  CHov'ring  among  the  leaves,  there  /lands 
1  he  fweet  celeftial  Dove,  "^ 

HisfrunispIeafmgtothenVht 
And  to  the  tafte  as  fweet 

rr.       u  cnefrs  the  drooping  mind  • 

Without  a  fling  behind.  J 

7  Now  let  the  flaming  weapon  rtand 

And  guard  all  Eden's  trees  : 

There  sneer  a  plant  in  all  that  land 
That  bear  fuch  fruit  as  thefe. 

8  In^epceour  fouls  adore, 

Whofe  wond'rous  hand  has  made 
Tlushvmg  branch  of  fov'reign  pow'r 
To  raile  and  heal  the  dead.  ' 

HYMN  IX.     Short  Metre. 

»**** w, and the M  ; John ;■  e< 

LI      *.T  all  our  tongues  be  one, 

aah1.-       ?raife  our  God  on  hid,,  i 

Wno  from  his  bofomfent  his  Sof 

To  fetch  us  ftrangers  nigh. 
2  Nor  let  our  voices  ceafe 

To  fing  the  Saviour's  name  • 


B.  III.         Spiritual  Songs.         273 

'  Jefus,  th*  ambaffador  for  peace, 
How  cheerfully  he  came  ? 

3  It  coft  him  cries  and  tears 

To  bring  us  near  to  God  ; 
Great  was  our  debt,  and  he  appears 
To  make  the  payment  good.] 

4  [My  Saviour's  pierced  fide 

Pour'd  out  a  double  flood  ; 
By  water  we  are  purify'd, 
And  pardon' d  by  the  blood. 

5  Infinite  was  our  guilt, 

But  he,  our  prieft,  atones : 
On  the  cold  ground  his  life  was  fpilt, 
And  oifer'd  with  his  groans.] 

6  Look  up,  my  foul,  to  him 

Whofe  death  was  thy  defert, 
And  humbly  view  the  living  ftream 
Flow  from  his  breaking  heart. 

7  There,  on  the  curfed  tree, 

In  dying  pangs  he  lies, 
Fulfils  his  Father's  great  decree, 
And  all  our  wants  fupplies. 

8  Thus  the  Redeemer  came, 

By  water  and  by  blood  ; 
And  when  the  Spirit  fpeaks  the  fame, 
We  feel  his  witnefs  good. 

9  While  the  eternal  Three 

Bear  their  record  above, 
Here  I  believe  he  dy'd  for  me, 
And  feaTd  my  Saviour's  love. 


B.  HI. 


274  Hymns   and 

Nor  let  thy  grace  depart; 
Grjat  Comforter!  abide  wkhin, 
Andwitnefstomyheart.J 

HYMN     *>      Long  Metre. 
JVATURE  with  open  volume  ftands 

^vfomethmg.worthyofaGod- 
2  SHtKn-t!!eSraCe  that  refcu'd  man 
asb„h  teftf ormofgioryCe"; 
rare,  on  the  crofs,  'tis  hir^a  a~ 

n  Precious  blood  ;nd^mtSn 
3  LHere  his  own  name  arrears  complete  • 
Nor  w«  canguefs,  nor  wiidom  prove  ' 
Winch  of  the  letters  belt  is  writ    • 
Thepowr,  thewifdom,  or  the  love  ?1 

4  Here  I  behold  his  inmoft  heart, 
Where  grace  and  vengeance  hWeIv  ioin 
Piercmg  h,s  Son  with  fnarpeft  flirt  ' 
Tomakethepurchas'dplePafurema;n'e. 

5  wrl        „et  w°nders  of  that  crofs 
Where  God  the  Saviour  lov'd  and  dv'H  I 

S:mhobYiifemysPiiitd-- 

*rom  his  dear  wounds,  and  bleeding  fide 
I  would  for  ever  fpeak  his  name, 
In  founds  to  mortal  ears  unknown, 

Wuh  angels  Jom  to  praife  the  Lamb 
And  worfhip  at  his  Father's  throne 


B.  III.        Spiritual  Songs.         275 
HYMN    XI.     Common  Metre, 

Pardon,  brought  to  oar  senses. 

1  '        ORD,  how  divine  thy  comforts  are* 
I  J  How  heav'nly  is  the  place 

Where  Jefus  fpreads  the  facred  feafis, 
Of  his  redeeming  grace  ! 

2  There  the  rich  bounties,  of  our  God, 

And  fweeteft  glories  mine  ; 
There  Jefus  fays,  that  "  I  am  his, 
And  my  beloved's  mine. 

3  Here  (fays  the-  kind  redeeming  Lord, 

And  mows  his  wounded  fide) 
See  here  the  fprings  of  all  your  joys, 
That  opened  when  I  dy'd  !" 

4  [He  fmiles,  and"  cheers  my  mournful  heart, 

And  tells  of  all  his  pain  : 
"  All  this  (he  fays)  I  bore  for  thee;" 
And  then  he  fmiles  again,  j 

5  What  fhall  we  pay  our  heav'nly  King 

For  grace  fo  vafl  as  this ! 
He  brings  our  pardon  to  our  eyes, 
And  leak  it  with  a  kifs. 

6  [Let  fuch  amazing  loves  as  thefe 

Be  founded  all  abroad  ; 
Such  favours  are  beyond  degrees, 
And  worthy  of  a  God.] 

7  [To  him  that  wafh'd  us  in  his  blood9 

Ee  everlafHng  praife, 
Salvation,  honour,  glory,  pow'r, 
Eternal  as  his  clavs. 


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HYMN    XII.     Long  Metre. 

The  gospel  feast.     Luke  xiv.   1 6.  &c. 

1  l"T  TOW  rich  are  thy  provifions,  Lord! 

11  Thy  table  furnifh'd  from  above, 
The  fruits  of  life  o'erfpread  the  board, 
The  cup  o'erflows  with  heav'nly  love. 

2  Thine  ancient  family,  the  Jews, 
Were  firft  invited  to  the  feafl : 
We  humbly  take  what  they  refufe, 
And  Gentiles  thy  falvation  tafte. 

3  We  are  the  poor,  the  blind,  the  lame, 
-And  help  was  far,  and  death  was  nigh ! 
But  at  the  gofpel  call  we  came, 

And  ev'ry  want  receiv'd  fupply. 

\.  From  the  highway  that  leads  to  hell, 
From  paths  of  darknefs  and  defpair, 
Lord,  we  are  come  with  thee  to  dwell. 
Glad  to  enjoy  thy  prefence  here.] 

;  [What  fhall  we  pay  th'  eternal  Son,  ' 
That  left  the  heav'n  of  his  abode, 
And  to  this  wretched  earth  came  down, 
To  bring  us  wand'rers  back  to  God  ? 

>  It  coft  him  death,  to  fave  our  lives  \ 
To  buy  our  fouls  it  coft  his  own  ; 
And  all  the  unknown  joys  he  gives, 
Were  bought  with  agonies  unknown, 

1  Our  everlafting  lore  is  due 
To  him  that  ranfom'd  fmners  loft ; 
And  pity'd  rebels,  when  he  knew 
The  vaft  expenfe  his  love  would  coft.] 


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HYMN     XIII.     Common  Metre. 

Divine  love  making  a  feast ',  and  calling  in  the  guests. 
Luke  xiv.   17,  22,  23. 

1  T  T  O  W  fweet  and  awful  is  the  place, 
JLjL   With  Chrift  within  the  doors, 
While  everlafting  love  difplays 

The  choked  of  her  ftores  ? 

2  Here  ev'ry  bowel  of  our  God 

With  foft  compaflion  rolls  ; 
Here  peace  and  pardon,  bought  with  blood, 
Is  food  for  dying  fouls. 

3  While  all  our  hearts,  and  all  our  fongs, 

Join  to  admire  the  feaft, 
Each  of  us  cry,  with  thankful  tongues, 
"  Lord,  why  was  I  a  gueft  ?" 

4  "  Why  was  I  made  to  hear  thy  voice, 

And  enter  while  there's  room  ; 
When  thoufands  make  a  wretched  choice, 
And  rather  ftarve  than  come  ?" 

5  'Twas  the  fame  love  that  fpread  the  feaft, 

That  fweetly  fore'd  us  in  ; 
Elfe  we  had  dill  refus'd  to  tafte, 
And  perifh'd  in  our  fin. 

6  Pity  the  nations,  O  our  God, 

Conflrain  the  earth  to  come  ; 
Send  thy  victorious  word  abroad, 
And  bring  the  ftrangers  home. 

7  We  long  to  fee  thy  churches  full, 

1  hac  all  the  chofen  race 
May,  with  one  voice,  and  heart*  and  foul, 
Sing  thy  redeeming  grace.] 


2j8  Hymns  and  B.  III. 

HYMN     XIV.     Long  Metre. 

The  song  of  Simeon  ;  Liikeii.  28.  or,  A  sight  of 
Christ  makes  death  easy. 

1  T^T0 W  have  our  hearts  enibrac'd  our  God, 
X  l(    We  would  forget  all  earthly  charms, 
.And  wifh  to  die  as  Simeon  would, 

"With  his  young  Saviour  in  his  arms. 

2  Our  lips  would  learn  that  joyful  fong, 
Were  but  our  hearts  prepafd  like  his  $ 
"  Our  fouls  Hill  waiting  to  be  gone, 
And  at  thy  word  depart:  in  peace. 

3  Here  we  have  feen  thy  face,  O  Lord, 
And  view'd  falvation  with  our  eyes, 
Tailed  and  felt  the  living  word, 

The  bread  defcending  from  the.fkies. 

4  Thou  haft  prepar'd  this  dying  Lamb, 
Haft  fet  his  blood  before  our  face, 
To  teach  the  terrors  of  thy  name, 
And  fhow  the  wonders  of  thy  grace, 

5  He  is  our  light  our  morning  ftar ; 
Shall  mine  on  nations  yet  unknown ; 
The  glory  of  thine  Ifrael  here, 
And  joy  of  fpirits  near  the  throne." 

HYMN   XV.     Common  Metre. 

Our  Lord  Jesus  at  his  own  table. 

1  r|  iHE  mem'ry  of  our  dying  Lord 
J..     Awakes  a  thankful  tongue ; 
How  rich  he  fpread  his  royal  board, 
And  bleft  the  food,  and  fung  : 


B.  III.        Spiritual   Songs.       279 

2  Happy  the  men  that  ate  his  bread, 

But  doubly-bbft  was  he 
That  gently  bow'd  his  loving  head, 
And  lean'd  it,  Lord,  on  thee. 

3  By  faith  the  fame  delights  we  tafle, 

As  that  great  fav'rite  did, 
And  fit  and  lean  on  Jems'  breaft, 
And  tafle  the  heav'nly  bread. 

4  Down  from  the  palace  of  the  Ikies, 

Hither  the  King  defcends : 
"  Come  my  beloved,  eat  (he  cries) 
And  drink  falvation,  friends. 

5  My  flefhis  food  and  phyfic  too, 

A  balm  for  all  your  pains  : 
And  the  red  ftreams  of  pardon  flow 
From  thefe  my  pierced  veins." 

6  Hofanna  to  his  bounteous  love, 

For  fuch  a  feaft  below  ! 
And  yet  he  feeds  his  faints  above 
With  nobler  bleflings  too. 

7  [Come,  the  dear  day,  the  glorious  hour, 

That  brings  our  fouls  to  reft ! 
Then  mail  we  need  thefe  types  no  more,     i 
But  dwell  at  th'  heav'nly  feaft.] 

HYMN    XVI.    Common  Metre. 

The  agonies  of  Christ. 

1  TWTOW  let  our  pains  be  all  forgot, 
JJ^I    Our  hearts  no  more  repine  ^ 
Our  fufP rings  are  not  worth  a  thought, 
Lord,  v/hen  compar'd  with  thine. 


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2  In  lively  figures  here  we  fee 

The  bleeding  Prince  of  love ; 
Each  of  us, hope  he  dy'd  for  me, 
And  then  our  grief  remove. 

3  [Our  humble  faith  here  takes  her  rife, 

While  fitting  round  his  board  ; 
-And  back  to  Calvary  fhe  flies, 
To  view  her  groaning  Lord. 

4  His  foul  what  agonies  it  felt, 

When  his  own  God  withdrew ; 
And  the  large  load  of  all  our  guilt, 
Lay  on  him  heavy  too. 

5  But  the  divinity  within 

Supported  him  to  bear  : 
Dying,  heconquer'd  hell  and  fin, 
And  made  him  triumph  there.] 

'"-ace,  wifdom,  juftice,  join'd,  and  wrought 
lie  wonders  of  that  day  : 
mortal  tongue,  nor  mortal  thought, 
\n  equal  thanks  repay. 

hymns  fh?.ll  found  like  thofe  above, 
">uld  we  aur  voices  raife  ; 
,  Lord,  our  hearts  fhall  all  be  love, 
And  all  our  lives  be  praife. 

'  HYMN    XVII.    Short  Metre. 


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sparable  food  ;  or,  The  flesh  and  blood  of  Christ. 
E  ling  th'  amazing  deeds 
That  grace  divine  performs  ; 
ThJ  eternal  God  comes  down,  and  bleeds, 

To  nourifh  dying  worms.  i 

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B.  III.         Spiritual  Songs.         281 

2  This  foul  reviving  wine, , 

Dear  Saviour  'tis  thy  blood! 
We  thank  that  facred  flefh  of  thine, 
For  this  immortal  food. 

3  The  banquet  that  we  eat 

Is  made  of  heav'nly  things ; 
Earth  hath  no  dainties  half  fo  fweet 
As  our  Redeemer  brings. 

4  In  vain  had  Adam  fought, 

And  fearch'd  his  garden  round, 
For  there  was  no  fuch  bleffed  fruit 
In  all  the  happy  ground. 

5  The  angelic  hofl  above 

Can  never  tafle  that  food  ; 
They  feafl  upon  their  Maker's  love, 
But  not  a  Saviour's  blood. 

6  On  us  th'  almighty  Lord, 

Bellows  this  matchlefs  grace, 
And  meets  us  with  fome  cheering  word. 
With  pleafure  in  his  face. 

7  Come,  all  ye  drooping  faints, 

And  banquet  with  the  King  ; 
This  wine  will  drown  your  fad  complain^ 
And  tune  your  voice  to  fmg. 

8  Salvation  to  the  name 

Of  our  adored  Chrift  : 
Through  this  wide  earth  his  grace  proclaim3 
His  glory  in  the  high'fL 
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282  Hymns   and  B.  III. 

HYMN    XVIII.    Long  Mete. 

The  fame, 
i     FESUS  !  we  bow  before  thy  feet ! 
•i    Thy  table  is  divinely  flcr'd  ; 
Thyfacred  flefh  our  fouls  have  eat, 
Tis  living  bread ;  we  thank  thee,  Lord  ! 

2  And  here  we  drink  our  Saviour's  blood  : 
We  thank  thee,  Lord  !  'tis  gen'rous  wine, 
Mingled  with  love  the  fountain  flow'd 
From  that  dear  bleeding  hesrt  of  thine. 

3  On  earth  is  no  fuch  fweetnefs  found, 
For  the  Lamb's  flefh  is  heav'nly  food : 
In  vain  we  fearch  the  globe  around 
For  bread  fo  fine,  or  wine  fo  good. 

4  Carnal  provifions  can  at  befl 

But  cheer  the  heart  or  warm  the  head  : 
But  the  rich  cordial  that  we  tafle, 
Give  life  eternal  to  the  dead. 

5  Joy  to  the  Mailer  of  the  feafl, 
His  name  our  fouls  for  ever  blefs ; 

To  Gpd  the  King,  and  God  the  Prieft, 
A  loud  Hofanna  round  the  place. 

HYMN   XIX.     Long  Metre. 

Glory  in  the  cross  ;  or,  Not  ashamed  of  Christ 
crucified, 

i      A  T  thy  command,  our  deareft  Lord, 
l\    Here  we  attend  thy  dying  feafl ; 
Thy  olood,  like  wine,  adorns  thy  board, 
And  thine  own  flefh  feeds  ev'ry  gueft. 


B.  III.         Spiritual  Songs.         283 

2  Our  faith  adores  thy  bleeing  love, 
And  trufts  for  life  in  one  that  dy'd  ; 

We  hope  for  heav'nly  crowns  above, 
From  a  Redeemer  crucify'd. 

3  Let  the  vain  world  pronounce  it  mame, 
And  fling  their  fcandals  on  the  eaufe  ; 
We  come  to  boaft  our  Saviour's  name, 
And  make  our  triumphs  in  his  crofs. 

4  With  joy  we  tell  the  fcoffing  age, 
He  that  was  dead  has  left  his  tomb  ; 
He  lives  above  their  utmoft  rage, 
And  we  are  wailing  'till  he  come. 

HYMN     XX.    Common  Metre. 

The  .provisions  for  the  table  of  our  Lord ;  or,  The 

tree  of  life^  and  river  of  love. 
1   T     ORD,  we  adore  thy  bounteous  hand, 
Lj  And  fing  the  folemn  feaft, 
W  here  fweet  celeftial  dainties  ftand, 
For  ev'ry  willing  gueft. 
$  [The  tree  of  life  adorns  the  board 
With  rich  immortal  fruit, 
And  ne'er  an  angry  flaming  fword 
To  guard  the  paflage  to't. 

3  The  cup  ftands  crown' d  with  living  juice, 

The  fountain  flows  above,  * 

And  runs  down  dreaming,  for  our  ufe, 
In  rivulets  of  love. 

4  The  food's  prepar'd  by  heav'nly  art, 

The  pleafure's  well  refm'd  5 


284  Hymns    and  B.  III. 

They  fpread  new  life  through  ev'ry  heart, 
And  cheer  the  drooping  mind. 

5  Shout  and  proclaim  the  Saviour's  love, 

Ye  faints  that  tafle  his  wine  ; 
Join  with  your  kindred  faints  above, 
In  loud  Hofannas  join. 

6  A  thoufand  glories  to  the  God 

That  gives  fuch  joy  as  this  ; 
Hofanna  1  let  it  found  abroad, 
And  reach  where  Jefus  is. 

HYMN   XXI.    Common  Metre. 

The  triumphal  feast  for  Chrisfs  victory  over 
sin,  and  death,  and  hell. 

1  T/^  3xVEE  let  us  lift  our  voices  high, 

\^A    High  as  our  joys  arife, 
And  join  the  fongs  above  the  fky, 
Where  pleafure  never  dies. 

2  Jefus,  the  God,  that  fought  and  bled, 

And  conquered  when  he  fell : 
That  rofe,  and  at  his  chariot  wheels 
Dragg'd  all  the  pow'rs  of  hell.] 

3  [Jefus,  the  God  invites  us  here 

To  this  triumphal  feaft, 
And  brings  immortal  blefTings  down 
For  each  redeemed  gueft.] 

4  The  Lord  !  how  glorious  is  his  face ! 

How  kind  his  fmiles  appear ! 
And  oh !  what  melting  words  he  fays 
To  ev'ry  humble  ear  : 


B.  III.        Spiritual   Songs.       285 

r  "  For  you,  the  children  of  my  love, 

It  was. for  youldy'd; 
Behold  my  hands,  behold  my  feet, 

And  look  into  my  fide. 
6  Thefe  are  the  wounds  for  you  I  bore, 

The  tokens  of  my  pains, 
When  I  came  down  to  free  your  fouls 

From  mifery  and  chains. 
[Juftice  unmeath'd  its  frry  fword, 

And  plung'd  it  in  my  heart ; 
Infinite  pangs  for  you  I  bore 

i\nd  mofc  tormenting  fmart. 

8  When  hell,  and  all  its  ipiteful  pow'rs, 

Stood  dreadful  in  my  way, 
To  refcue  thofe  dear  lives  of  yours 
I  gave  rny  own  away. 

9  But  while  I  bled,  and  groan' d,  and  dyd, 

I  ruin'd  Satan's  throne  ; 
High  on  my  crofs  I  hung,  and  fpy'd, 
The  monfter  tumbling  down. 

10  Now  you  muft  triumph  at  my  feaft, 
And  tafte  my  flefh,  my  blood, 
And  live  eternal  ages  blefs'd, 
For  'tis  immortal  food." 

17  Victorious  God !  what  can  we  pay 
For  favours  fo  divine  ?  * 
We  would  devote  our  hearts  away 
To  be  for  ever  thine.] 

12  We  give  thee,  Lord,  our  higheft  praife, 
The  tributes  of  our  tongues  5 
But  themes  fo  infinite  as  thefe 
Exceed  our  noblefl  fongs. 


2&>  Hymns  and  B.  III.1 

HYMN    XXII.     Long  Metre. 

The  compassion  of  a  dying  Christ. 

1  f"YJR  fPirits  JoIn  *'  adore  the  Lamb  ; 
V.,/  Oh,  that  our  feeble  lips  could  move 
In  itrains  immortal  as  his  name, 

And  melting  as  his  dying  love  ? 

2  Was  ever  equal  pity  found  ? 

The  Prince  of  heav'n  resigns  his  breath, 
And  pours  his  life  out  on  the  ground, 
To  ranfom  guilty  worrps  froincte&th. 

3  [Rebels,  we  broke  our  Maker's  laws ; 
He  from  the  threatening  fets  us  free, 
Bore  the  full  vengeance  on  hie  crofs, 
And  nail'd  the  curfes  to  the  tree, 

4  [The  law  proclaims  no  terror  now, 
And  Sinai's  thunder  roars  no  more  ; 
From  all  his  wounds  :iew  bleC-igs  flow, 
A  fea  of  joy  without  ?.  (horcf 

5  Here  we  have  wafh'd  our  deepeft  ftains, 
And  heal'd  our  wounds  with  heav'nly  blood : 
Blefs'd  fountain  !  fpringing  from  the  veins 
Of  Jefus,  our  incarnate  God.  J 

6  In  vain  our  mortal  voices  ftrive 
To  fpeak  companion  fo  divine ; 
Had  we  a  thoufand  lives  to  give, 
A  thoufand  lives  mould  all  be  thine. 


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HYMN    XXIII.     Common  Metre. 

Grace  and  glory  by  the  death  of  Christ. 

I  £  QITTING  around  our  Father's  board, 
£3  We  raife  our  tuneful  breath  ; 
Our  iaith  beholds  her  dying  Lord, 
And  dooms  our  fins  to  death.] 

%  We  fee  the  blood  of  Jefus  fhed, 
Whence  -  all  our  pardon  rife  ; 
The  fmner  views  the  atonement  made, 
And  loves  the  facrihce. 

3  Thy  cruel  thorns,  thy  fhanieful  crofs, 

Procure  us  heav'nly  crowns  : 
Our  highefl  gain  fprings  from  thy  lofs  \ 
Our  healing  from  thy  wounds. 

4  Oh  !  'tis  impofTible  that  we, 

Who  dwell  in  feeble  clay, 
Should  equal  fufP rings  bear  for  thee, 
Or  equal  thanks  repay. 


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HYMN    XXIV.     Common  Metre, 

Pardon  and  strength  from  Christ. 

ATHER,  we  wait  to  feel  thy  grace, 
To  fee  thy  glories  mine  ; 
rl  ne  Lord  will  his  own  table  blefs, 
And  make  the  feafl  divine. 

3  We  touch,  we  tafte  the  heav'nly  bread, 

We  drink  the  facred  cup  : 
With  outward  forms  our  fenfe  is  fed, 

Our  fouls  rejoice  in  hope. 
3  We  mall  appear  before  the  throne 

Om  our  forgiving  God, 


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288  Hymns  and  B.  Ill 

Drefs'd  in  the  garments  of  his  Son, 
And  fprinkled  with  his  blood. 

4  We  mall  be  flrong  to  run  the  race, 

And  climb  the  upper  fky ; 
Chrift  will  provide  our  fouls  with  grace, 
He  bought  a  large  fupply. 

5  Let  us  indulge  a  cheerful  frame, 

For  joy  becomes  a  feaft  ; 
We  love  the  mem'ry  of  his  name, 
More  than  the  wine  we  tafte. 

HYMN   XXV.    Long  Metre. 

JDhine  glories  and  graces* 
i   T  TOW  are  thy  glories  here  difplay'd, 
l'l  Great  God  !  how  bright  they  mine, 
While,  at  thy  word,  we  break  the  bread, 
And  pour  the  flowing  wine ! 

2  Here  thy  revenging  juilice  ftands, 

And  pleads  its  dreadful  caufe ; 
Here  faving  mercy  fpreads  her  hands, 
Like  Jefus  on  the  crofs. 

3  Thy  faints  attend  with  ev'ry  grace 

On  this  great  facrifice : 
And  love  appears  with  cheerful  face. 
And  faith  with  fixed  eyes. 

4  Our  hope  in  waiting  pofture  fits, 

To  heav'n  directs  her  fight : 
Here  ev'ry  warmer  pafiion  meets, 
And  warmer  pow'rs  unite. 

5  Zeal  and  revenge  perform  their  part, 

And  rifing  fin  deftroy  j 


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Who,  fiym  our  finful  race, '"' 

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B.  III.         Spiritual   Songs.         ogl1 

Repentance  comes  with  achino- ".heart 
Yet  not  forbids  the  joy. 

6  Dear  Saviour,  change,  our  faith  to  fio-ht  • 
Let  fm  for  ever  die  ;  7,      , 

Then  fhall  our  fouls  be  all  delight, 
And  ev'ry  tear  be  dry. 

A  Song  of  Praise  to  the  ever-bleffed  Trinity 
God  the  Father,  Son,  and  Spirit. 

^  HYMN     XXVI.     i,/  Long  Metre.  1 

BT:ESS'D  be  the  Father  and  his  !ove, 
i  o  whofe  celeftial  fource  we  owe 
K^rs  of  endlefs  joy  above, 
And  rills  of  comfort  here  below. 
*   Glory  to  thee,  great  Son  of  God, 
1 <  rom  waofe  dear  wounded  body  rolls 
A  precious  flream  of  vital  blood, 
Pardon  and  life  for  dying  fouls. 
3  We  give  thee    facred  Spirit,  prahe, 

M,t'  r1  °Ur rhearts  of  fi«  and  woe, 
Makes  living  fprmgs  of  grace  arife, 
And  into  boundlefs  glory  flow. 

And  Goa  the  Spirit,  we  adore, 
Tha   fea  of  hfe  and  love  un!,Pown, 
Wuaout  a  bottom  or  a  fhore. 

HYMN    XXVII.     !„  Condon  Metre.  I 


2Q0  Hymns    and  B.  "*• 

Chofe  out  his  fav'rites  to  proclaim 
"  The  honours  of  his  grace. 
2  Glory  to  God  the  Son  be  paid, 
Who  dwelt  in  humble  clay. 
And,  to  redeem  us  from  the  dead, 
Gave  his  own  life  away. 
q   Glory  to  God  the  Spirit  give% 
J       From  whole  almighty  pow  r      # 
Our  fouls  their  heav'nly  birth  derive, 
And  blefs  the  happy  hour. 
A  Glory  to  God  that  reigns  above 
TV  eternal  Three  in  One, 
Who  by  the  wonders  of  his  love, 
Has  made  his  nature  known. 

HYMN    XXVIIL     ut  Short  Metre. 

i   T    ET  God  the  Father  live 

I     i   For  ever  on  our  tongues  ; 

Smnersfrorn  his  firft  love  derive 
'         The  ground  of  all  their  fongs. 

n  ye  faints  employ  your  breath, 

By  off'ring  up  his  own. 

,  Give  to  the  Spirit  praife 
nf  an  immortal  itrain, 
mofc^S,  and  powY,  and  grace  conveys 
Salvation  down  to  men. 

4  While  God  the  Comforter, 
Reveals  our  pardon  dim, 
O  may  the  blood  and  water  bear, 
The  fame  record  within. 


B.  III.         Spiritual  Songs.         291 

c  To  the  great  One  in  Three, 

That  feals  this  grace  mheavn, 

The  Father,  Son,  and  Spirit,  be 
Eternal  glory  given. 
HYMN     XXIX.     2d  Long  Metre. 

t    S^i  LORY  to  God  the  Trinity,  | 

(j   VV  hofe  name  has  myftenes  unknown. 
In  efcnce  One,  in  perfons  Three  5 
A  focial  nature,  yet  alone. 

a  When  all  our  nobleft  pow'rs  are  join' d, 
The  honours  of  thy  name  to  raiie  ; 
Thy  glories  over-match  our  mind, 
And  angels  faint  beneath  the  praife. 

HYMN  XXX.  2d  Common  Metre. 

,   rnpHE  God  of  mercy  be  ador'd, 

Who  calls  our  fouls  from  death, 
Who  faves  by  his  redeeming  word, 
And  new-creating  breath. 
2  To  praife  the  Father,  and  the  Son, 
Anji  Spirit,  all  divine,  # 

The  One  in  Three,  and  Three  in  One, 
Let  faints  and  angels  join. 

HYMN  XXXI.     2d  Short  Metre. 


ET  God  the  Maker's  name, 
_A  Have  honour,  love,  and  fear, 
lo  God  the  Saviour  pay  the  fame, 
And  God  the  Comforter. 


L 


H  y  m  n  s   and  B.  m. 

2  Father  of  lights  above, 
The  mercy  we  adore, 
Thy  Sen  of  thy  eternal  love, 
And  Spirit  of  thy  pow'r. 

HYMN    XXXII.    3</ Long  Metre. 

T-3  God  the  Father,  God  the  Son, 
And  God  the  Spirit,  Three  in  One,  - 
Jie  honour,  praiie,  and  glory  giv'n, 
By  all  on  earth,  and  all  in  heav'n. 

HYMN   XXXIII.     Or  thus. 

ALL  glory  to  the  wcrd'reus  name, 
Father  of  mercy,  God  of  love ; 
Taus  we  exalt  the  Lord,  the  Lamb, 
And  thus  we  praife  the  heav'nly  Dove. 

HY.MN    XXXIV.     3d  Common  Metre, 

rt)  W  let  the  Father,  and  the  Son, 
Jj  And  Spirit,  be"  adcr'd, 
i .  Sere  there  are  works  to  make  him  known, 
Or  faints  to  love  the  Lord. 

HYMN    XXXV.     Or  thus. 

1QNOUR  to  the  almighty  Three, 
And  everlafling  One  ; 

^-  ^  i  glory  to  the  Father  be, 
rI  he  Spirit,  and  the  Son. 


B.  III.       Spiritual  Songs.  293 

HYMN    XXXVI.     3 d  Short  Metre. 


Y 


E  angels  round  the  throne, 
And  faints  that  dwell  below, 
VVorfhip  the  Father,  love  the  Son, 
And  blefs  the  Spirit  too. 

HYMN    XXXVII.     Or  thus. 


GIVE  to  the  Father  praife, 
Give  glory  to  the  Son, 
And  to  the  Spirit  of  his  grace 
Be  equal  honour  done. 

HYMN   XXX VIII.  Particular  Metre. 

A  fong  of  praife  to  the  bleiTed  Trinity* 

1    '  T  Give  immortal  praife 
J[    :  o  God  the  Father's  love, 
For  all  my  comforts  here, 
And  better  hopes  above  : 

He  fent  his  own 

Eternal  Son, 

To  die  for  fins 

That  man  had  done, 

$'  To  God  the  Son  belongs 
Immortal  glory  too, 
Who  bought  us  with  his  blood 
From  everlafting  woe : 
And  now  he  lives, 
And  now  he  reigns. 
And  fees  the  fruit 
Of  all  his  pains. 

Bba 


304  Hymns    and  B.  III. 

3  To  God  the  Spirit's  name 
Immortal  worfhip  give, 
Whofe  new-creating  pow'r 
Makes  the  dead  Tinner  live : 

His  work  completes 
ri  he  great  defigti, 
And  fills  the  foul 
With  joy  divine. 

4  Almighty  God  !  to  thee 
Be  endlefs  honours  done, 
The  undivided  Three, 
And  the  myfterious  one : 

Where  reafon  fails, 
With  all  her  pow'rs, 
There  faith  prevails, 
And  love  adores. 

HYMN   XXXIX.    Particular  Metre. 

1  r  |  10  him  that  chofe  us  firft, 

JL     Before  the  world  began  ; 
To  him  that  bore  the  curie, 
To  lave  rebellious  man  ; 

1  o  him  that  form'd 

Our  hearts  anew, 

Is  endlefs  praife 

A  nd  glory  due. 

2  The  Father's  love  fhall  run 
Through  our  immortal  fongs  j 
W  e  bring  to  God  the  Son 
Holannas  on  our  tongues  \ 

Our  b'ps  addrefs 
The  Spirit's  name 


B.  III.         Spiritual  Songs.         ^95 

With  equal  praife, 
And  zeal  the  fame. 

3  Let  ev'ry  Saint  above, 
And  angels  round  the  throne, 
For  ever  blefs  and  love 
The  facred  Three  in  One  v 

Thus  heav'n  flizil  raife 

His  honours  high, 

"When  earth  and  time 

Grow  old  and  die. 

HYMN  XL.     id  Particular  Metre. 

'0  God  the  Father's  throne 

Perpetual  honours  raife ; 
"Glory  to  God  the  Son, 
To  God  the  Spirit  praife  : 

And  while  our  lips 

Their  tribute  bring, 

Our  faith  adores 

The  name  we  fing. 

HYMN     XLI.     Or  thus. 

O  our  eternal  God, 
The  Father,  and  the  Son, 
And  Spirit,  all  divine, 
Three  myfteries  in  One, 
Salvation,  pow'r, 
And  praife  be  giv'n, 
By  all  on  earth 
And  all  in  heav'n. 


296  Hymns  and  B.  Ill, 

The    H03ANNA :   or,  Salvation  ascribed 

TO    CHRIST. 

HYMN     XLII.     Long  Metre, 

i    TT  OS  ANN  A  to  King  David's  Son, 
JlX    Who  reigns  on  a  fuperior  throne ; 
W      lefs  the  Prince  of  heav'rily  birth, 
Who  brings  falvation  down  to  earth* 

2  Let  ev'ry  nation,  ev'ry  age, 
In  this  delightful  work  engage ; 
Old  men  and  babes  in  Sion  fmg 
The  growing  glories  of  her  King. 

HYMN   XLIII.     Common  Metre. 

i    TT  }S  ANNA  to  the  Prince  of  grace, 
XI      ion,  behold  thy  King  : 
Proclaim  the  Son  of  David's  race, 
And  teach  the  ba^es  to  fmg. 

2  Hofanna  to  the  incarnate  word, 
Who  from  the  Father  came  ; 
Afcribe  falvation  to  the  Lord,  # 

With  bleflings  on  his  name. 

HYMN  XLIV.     Short  Metre. 

i    TJT 'IS  ANNA  to  the  Son 
Jtl  Of  David  and  of  God, 
*Vv  no  brought  the  news  of  pardon  down, 
And  bought  it  with  his  blood. 

2  To  Chrift,  the  anointed  King,' 
Be  endlefa  bleffings  given  > 


B.  III.        Spiritual  Songs.         297 

Let  the  whole  earth  his  glory  ling, 
Who  made  our  peace  with  heaven. 

HYMN  XLV.  Particular  Metre. 

j   TJ  OS  ANNA  to  the  King 
JlX  Of  David's  ancient  blood  \ 
Behold  he  comes  to  bring 
Forgiving  grace  from  God : 
Let  old  and  young 
Attend  his  way, 
And  at  his  feet 
1  heir  honours  lay. 
2  Glory  to  God  on  high, 
Salvation  to  the  Lamb  ; 
Let  earth,  and  fea,  and  iky, 
His  wond'rous  love  proclaim) 
Upon  his  head 
Shall  honours  reft, 
And  every  age 
Pronounce  him  blefs'd. 


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TABLE 

To  find  any  hymn,  or  part  of  a  hvmk  by  the 

FIRST  LINE  Ot   It. 
in      1  Li,    a     b,  c,  denote  the  First,  Second,  and 


A 


B.  H. 


ADOSS,  and  tremble,  for  our  God        a     4* 
Alas,  and  did  my  Saviour  bleed         b       9 
All  mortal  vanities  begone  3 

And  are  we  wretches  yet  alive  > 

And  mud  this  body  die  „ 

Ind  now  the  fcales  have  left  mine  eye*         b     8  x 
Arife,  my  foul,  my  joyful  pow  rs 
At  thy  command,  our  deareit  Lord 
Attend,  while  God's  exalted  Son 
Awake,  my  heart,  arife,  my  tongue 
Awake,  our  fouls,  away  our  fears 
Away  from  ev'ry  mortal  tongue 

B 
Backward,  with  humble,  &c.? 
Begin,  my  tongue,  fome  heav  nly,  &c. 
Behold  how  finners  difagree        >  »  *„ 

Behold  the  blind  their  fight  receive  b  1 37 

Behold  the  glories  of  the  Lamb  * 

Behold  die  grace  appears  a       3 


a     64 

a  102 
a  26 
c     26 


TABLE. 

Behold  the  potter  and  the  clay 

Behold  the  rofe  of  Sharon  here  a     11 

Behold  the  woman's  promis'd  feed  b 

Behold  the  wretch  whofe  luft  and  wine  ai 

.Behold  what  wond'rous  grace  a     a-  J 
Blefs'd  are  the  humble  fouls  that  fee 
Bleis'd  be  the  everlafting  God 
BlefsM  be  the  Father  and  his  love 
Blefs'd  is  the  man  whofe  cautious  feet  , 

Blefi'd  morning!  whole  young,  &c.  b     72 

JSIeis  d  with  the  joys  of  innocence  b   128 

Blood  has  a  voice  to  pierce  the  Ikies  b   1 1 8 

Bright  King  of  glory,  dreadful  God  b      ci 

B;  oad  is  the  road  that  leads  to  death  b   1  c8 

Bury'd  in  fhadows  of  the  night  a     07 

But  few  among  the  carnal  wife  a     o£. 

C 

Can  creatures,  to  perfection,  find  b  170 

Chnft  and  his  crois  is  all  our  theme  a  1 19 

all  harmonious  tongues  b  84 

beared  Lord,  defcend  and  dwell        a  135 

nj  fouls,  approach  your  God       b  103 

all  ye  weary  fouls  a  127 

I  i  it,  heav'nly  Dove  b  34 

join  a  joyful  tune  c  8 

join  our  cheerful  fongs  a  62 

lift  our  joyful  eyes  b  108 

,  us  lift  our  voices  high  c 

,  ye  vhat  love  the  Lord  b 

D 

Daughters  of  Zion,  come,  &c.  a 


21 
3° 


72 


r  LoTd,  behold  our  fore  ciifireft  b   16 1 

Deareft  of  all  Che  names  above  b  ivJ 


TABL  % 

Death  cannot  make  our  fouls  afraid 
Death  may  diifolve  my  body  now 
Death  !  'tis  a  melancholy  day 
Deceiv'd  by  fubtle  fnares  of  hell 
Deep  in  the  duft,  before  thy  throne 
TDefcend  from  heav'n,  immortal  Dove 
Do  we  not  know  that  folemn  word 
Down  headlong  from  their  native  ikies 
Dread  Sov'reign,  let  my  ev'ning.fong 

E 

Ere  the  blue  heav'ns  were,  &c. 
Eternal  Sov'reign  of  the  iky 
Eternal  Spirit,  we  confefs 

a  F 

Faith  Is  the  brighter!  evidence 
Far  from  my  thoughts  vain  world,  &c. 
Father,  I  long,  I  faint  to  fee 
Father,  we  wait  to  feel  thy  grace 
Firm  and  unmov'd  are  they 
Firm  as  the  earth  thy  gofpel  Hands 
From  heav'n  the  finning  angels  fell 
From  thee,  my  God,  my  joys  fhall  rife 

G 

Gentiles  by  nature,  we  belong 
Give  me  the  wings  of  faith  to  rife 
Glory  to  God,  the  Trinity 
Glory  to  God,  that  walks  the  iky 
Glory  to  God  the  Father's  name 
God  is  a  Spirit,  juft  and  wife, 
God  of  the  morning,  at  whofe  voice 
God  of  the  feas,  thy  thundering  voice 
God !  the  eternal,  awful  name 

C  c 


b 

49 

a 

27 

b 

52 

a 

107 

a 

124 

b 

23 

a 

122 

b 

96 

b 

7 

a 

2 

b 

149 

b 

J33 

a 

120 

b 

15 

b 

63 

c 

24 

a 

23 

a 

13S 

b 

97 

b 

75 

a 

114 

b 

140 

c 

29 

b 

59 

c 

27 

a 

136 

a 

79 

b 

70 

b 

27 

TABLE. 

God,  who  in  various  methods  told 
Go  preach  my  gofpel,  faith  the  Lord 
Go  worfhip  at  Immanuers  feet 
Great  God,  how  infinite  art  thou 
Great  God,  I  own  thy  fentence  juft 
Great  God,  thy  glory  mall  employ 
Great  God,  to  what  a  glorious  height 
Great  King  of  glory  and  of  grace 
Great  was  the  day,  the  joy  was  great 

H 

Had  I  tongues  of  Greeks,  &c. 
Happy  the  church,  thou  facred,  &c. 
Happy  the  heart  where  graces  reign 
Hark  !  from  the  tombs  a  doleful  found 
Hark !  the  Redeemer  from  on  high 
Hear  what  the  voice  from  heav'n,  &c. 
Hence  from  my  foul  fad  thoughts,  &c. 
Here,  at  thy-crofs,  my  dying  God 
High  as  the  heav'ns  above  the  ground 
High,  on  a  hill  of  dazzling  light 
Hofanna,  &c. 

Hofanna  to  our  conq'ring  King 
Hofanna  to  the  Prince  of  light 
Hofanna  to  the  royal  Son 
Hofanna,  with  a  cheerful  found 
How  are  thy  glories  here  difplay'd 
How  beauteous  are  their  feet 
How  can  I  fink  with  fuch  a  prop 
How  condefcending  and  how  kind 
How  full  of  anguifh  is  the  thought 
How  heavy  is  the  night 
How  honourable  is  the  place 
How  large  the  prcmife,  how  divine 


a 

53 

a 

128 

a 

146 

b 

67 

a 

6 

b 

16  j 

b 

112 

b 

lS9 

b 

144 

a 

•3$ 

b 

64 

b 

38 

b 

63 

a 

70 

a 

18 

b 

73 

b 

4 

b 
b 

1 

c  42  to  45 

b 

89 

<a   b 

76 

a 

16 

b 

8 

c 

2  5 

a 

10 

b 

116 

c 

4 

b 

100 

a 

98 

a 

8 

a 

"3 

TABL  E. 


How  oft  have  fin  and  Satan  drove 
How  rich  are  thy  provifions,  Lord 
How  fad  our  (late  by  nature  is 
How  mall  I  praife  th*  eternal  God 
How  fhort  and  hafty  is  our  life 
How  fhould  the  fons  of  Adam's  race 
How  ftrong  thine  arm  is,  mighty  God 
How  fweet  and  awful  is  the  place 
How  vain  are  all  things  here  below 
How  wond'rous  great,  how  glorious,  &c 

I 

I  cannot  bear  thine  abfence,  Lord 
I  give  immortal  praife 
I  hate  the  tempter  and  his  charms 
I  lift  my  banner,  faith  the  Lord 
I  love  the  windows  of  thy  grace 
I'm  not  aiham'd  to  own  my  Lord 
I  fend  the  joys  of  earth  away 
I  firfg  my  Saviour's  wond'rous  death 
Jehovah  fpeaks,  let  Ifraei  hear 
Jehovah  reigns,  his  throne  is  high 
Jefus,  in  thee  our 'eyes  behold 
Jefus  invites  his  faints 
Jefus  is  gone  above  the  ikies 
Jefus,  the  man  of  conflant  grief 
Jefus,  we  blefs  thy  Father's  name 
Jefus,  we  bow  before  thy  feet 
Jefus,  with  all  thy  faints  above 
In  Gabriel's  hand  a  mighty  (tone 
In  thine  own  wavs,  O  God  of  love 
In  vain  the  wealthy  mortals  toil 
In  vain-  we  lavifh  out  our  lives^ 


B.  H. 


a  : 

[39 

c 

12 

b 

90 

b 

166 

b 

32 

a 

86 

a 

49 

c 

13 

b 

48 

b 

87 

b 

117 

c 

38 

b 

156 

a 

29 

b 

H5 

a 

103 

b 

11 

b 

114 

a 

84 

b 

168 

a 

*4j 

c 

2 

c 

6 

a 

12 

a 

54 

c 

18 

b 

29 

a 

59 

a 

3° 

a 

24 

a 

9 

*    73 


T  A  B  L  E. 

B.  H. 

Infinite  grief!  amazing  woe  b      nr 

Join  all  the  glorious  names  a  105 

Join  all  the  names  of  love  and  powrr  a  149 

Is  this  the  kind  return  b     74 

K 

Kind  is  the  fpeech  of  Chrh%  our  Lord 
'L 

Laden  with  guilt,  and  full  of  fears 

Let  all  our  tongues  be  one 

Let  everlafting  glories  crown 

Let  every  mortal  ear  attend 

Let  God  the  Father  live 

Let  God  the  Maker's  name 

Let  him  embrace  my  foul  and  live 

Let  me  but  hear  my  Saviour  fay 

Let  mortal  tongues  attempt  to  ling 

Let  others  boaft  how  flrong  they  be 

Let  Fharifees  of  high  efteem 

Let  the  old  Heathens  tune  their  fongs 

Let  the  feventh  angel  found  on  high 

The  whole  race  of  creatures  lie 
Let  the  wild  leopards  of  the  wood 
Let  them  neglect  thy  glory,  Lord 
I+ef  us  adore  the  eternal  Word 
Life  and  immortal  joys  are  giv'n 
Life  is  the  time  to  ferve  the  Lord 
Lift  up  your  eyes  to  th*  heav'nly  feat 
I.  Ike  fneep  we  went  aft  ray 
Lo,  the  young  tribes  of  Adam  rife 
LjpL  what  a  glorious  fight  appears 
I.o,,  what  an  entertaining  fight  a     44 


b 

119 

c 

9 

b 

131 

a 

7 

c 

28 

c 

3* 

a 

66 

a 

*5 

a 

58 

b 

l9 

a 

133 

b 

21 

a 

65 

b 

99 

b 

160 

b 

35 

c 

5 

b 

Ia5 

a 

88 

b 

37 

a 

142 

a 

90 

a 

21 

TABLE. 

B.  H. 

Lo,  the  deftroying  angel  flies  b     $$ 

Long  have  I  fat  beneath  the  found  b   165 

Look,  gracious  God,  how  numerous  they  a     47 

Lord,  at  thy  temple  we  appear  a     1 9 

Lord,  how  divine  thy  comforts  are  c      1 1 

Lord,  how  fecure  and  bled  are  they  b     $J 

Lord,  how  fecure  my  confcience  was  a  115 

Lord,  we  adore  thy  bounteous  hand  c     20 

Lord,  we  adore  thy  vaft  defigns  b   109 

Lord,  we  are  blind,  we  mortals  blind  b     26 

Lord,  we  confefs  our  num'rous  faults  am 

Lord,  what  a  feeble  piece  a     37 

Lord;  what  a  heaven  offaving  grace  b     16 

Lord,  what  a  thoughtlefs  wretch  was  I  a     36 

Lord,  what  a  wretched  land  is  this  b     $$~ 
Lord,  when  my  thoughts  with  wonder  roll    b       5 

Loud  hallelujahs  to  the  Lord.  a     46 

M 

Man  has  a  foul  of  vaft  deiires  b   146 

Miftaken  fouls  that  dream  of  heav'n  a   140 

My  dear  Redeemer  and  my  Lord  b   139 

My  drowfy  pow'rs,  why  ileep  you  fo  b     25 

My  God,  how  endlefs  is  thy  love  a     8 1 

My  God,  my  life,  my  love  b     93 

My  God,  my  portion,  and  my  love  b     94 

My  God,  permit  me  not  to  be  b   122 

My  God,  the  fpring  of  ail  my  joys  b     54 

My  God,  what  endle-s  pleafures  dwell  b     42 

My  heart,  how  dreadful  hard  it  is  b     98 

My  Saviour  God,  my  Sov'reign  Prince  b   141 

My  foul  come  meditate  the  day  b     61 

^Ay  foul  forfekes  her  vain  delight  b     10 
C  c  2 


T  A  B.L  E. 

B.  H. 

My  thoughts  on  awful  fubjects  roll  b        2 
My  thoughts  furmount  thefe  lower  ikies       b   162 

N 

Naked  as  from  the  earth  we  came  a       5 

Nature  with  all  her  powers  mall  fing  b        1 

Nature  with   open  volume  Hands  c      10 

No,  I'll  repine  at  death  no  more  b   102 

No,  I  mail  envy  them  no  more  b     56 

No  more,  my  Gcd,  I  boail  no  more  a  109 

Nor  eye  has  feen,  nor  ear  has  heard  a  10  c 

Not  all  the  blood  of  beafts  b  142 

Not  all  the  outward  forms  on  earth  a     95 

Not  different  food,  or  different  drefs  a  126 

Not  from  the  duft  affliction  grows  a     83 

Not  the  malicious  or  profane  a  104 

Not  to  condemn  the  fons  of  men  a  100 

Not  to  the  terrors  of  the  Lord  b   152 

Not  with  our  mortal  eyes  a   108 

Now  be  the  God  of  Ifrael  bleft  a     50 

Now  by  the  bowels  of  my  God  a   130 

Now  for  a  tune  of  lofty  praife  b     43 
Now  have  our  hearts  embrac'd  our  God     c     14 

Now  111  the  galleries  of  his  grace  a     77 

Now  in  the  heat  of  youthful  blood  a     91 

Now  let  a  fpacious  world  arife  b    1 47 

Now  let  our  pains  be  all  forgot  c     16 

Now  let  the  Lord,  my  Saviour,  fmile  b     50 

Now  Satan  comes,  with  dreadful  roar  b   157 

Now  mall  my  inward  joys  arife  a     39 
Now  to  the  Lord. a  noble  fong                   -  ,b     47 

Now  to  the  Lord  that  makes  us  kr.ow  a     61 

Now  to  the  power  of  God  fupreme  a  137 


TABLE. 

B.  H. 

O 

O  for  an  overcoming  faith  a     I7 

O!  if  my  foul  were  form'd  for  woe  b   106 

O  the  Almighty  Lord                  -  b      80 

p  the  delights,  the  heav'nly  joys  b     91 

Often  I  feek  my  Lord  by  night  a     71 

Once  more,  my  foul,  the  rifmg  day  b        6 

Our  days,  alas,  our  mortal  dzys  b     39 

Our  God,  how  firm  his  promife  (lands  b     40 

Our  fins,  alas !  how  ftrong  they  be  b     36 

Our  fouls  mail  magnify  the  Lord  a     60 

Our  fpirits  join  t'  adore  the  Lamb  c     22 

P 

Piung'd  in  a  gulph  of  dark  defpair  b     79 

Praife,  everlafting  praiie,  be  paid  b     60 

R 

'Raife  thee,  my  foul,  fly  up  and  run  b     33 

Raife  our  triumphant  fongs  b   104 
Rife,  rife,  my  foul,  and  leave  the  ground     b     17 

S 

Saints,    at  yourlieav'nly,   &c.  a  129 

Salvation  !  O  the  joyful  found  b     88 

See  where  the  great  incarnate  God  a     45 

Shall  the  vile  race  of  flefn  and  blood  a     82 

Shall  we  go  on  to  fin                  -  a  1 06 

Shall  wifdom  cry  aloud                  -  a     92 

Shout  to  the  Lord,  and  let  our  joys  b     92 

Sin  has  a  thoufand  treach'rous  arts  b   150 

Sin,  like  a  venomous  difeafe  b   153 

Sing  to  the  Lord  that  built  the  fkies  b      1 3 

Sing  to  the  Lord  with  joyful  voice  a    43 


TABLE. 

B 

Sing  to  the  Lord,  ye  heav'nly  hofts  b 

Sitting  around  our  Father's  board  c 

So  did  the  Hebrew  Prophet  raife  a 

So  let  our  lips  and  lives  exprefs  a 

So  new  born  babes  defne  the  breaft  a 

Stand  up,  my  foul,  make  off  thy  fears  b 

Stoop  down,  my  thoughts  that  ufe  to  rife      b 
Strait  is  the  way,  the  door  is  ftrait  b 

T 

Terrible  God  that  reign'ft,  &c.  b     22 

That  awful  day  will  furely  come  b   107 

Thee  we  adore,  Eternal  name  b     55 

The  glories  of  my  Maker  God  b     7 1 
1  he  God  of  mercy  be  ador'd  c     30 

The  King  of  glory  fends  his  Son  b   136 

The  lands  that  long  in  darknefs  lay  a     13 

The  law  by  Mofes  came  a  1 1 8 
The  law  commands  and  makes  us  know        b   121 

The  Lord  declares  his  will  b   120 

The  Lord  defcending  from  above  b   126 

The  Lord  Jehovah  reigns  -  b   1 69 

The  Lord  on  high  proclaims  b     85 

The  majeity  of  Solomon  -  b   113 

The  memory  of  our  dying  Lord  c      15 

The  promife  of  my  Father's  love  c 

The  promife  was  divinely  free  b   134 

The  true  MelTiah  now  appears  b      1 2 

The  voice  of  my  beloved  founds  a     69 

The  wond'ring  world  inquires  to  know  a     y$ 

There  is  a  houfe  not  made  with  hands  a   1 1  o 

There  is  a  land  of  pure  delight  b     66 

There's  no  ambition  fwells  my  heart  a     ^^ 


T  A.JB-L.E. 


There  was  an  hour  when  Chrift  rejoic'd 
Thefe  /glorious  minds,  how  bright,  &c. 
This  is  the  word  of  truth  and  love 
Thou  whom  my  foul  admires  above 
Thus  did  the  fons  of  Abrah'm  pafs 
Thus  far  the  Lord  has  led  me  on 
Thus  faith  the  firft,  the  great  command 
Thus  faith  the  high  and  lofty  One 
Thus  faith  the  Ruler  of  the  Ikies 
Thus  faith  the  mercy  of  the  Lord 
Thus  faith  the  wifdom  of  the  Lord 
Thy  favours,  Lord,  furprife  oup. fouls 
Time,  what  an  empty  vapour  'tis 
'Tis  by  the  faith  of  joys  to  come 
'Tis  from  the  treafures  of  his  word 
'Tis  not  the  law  of  ten  commands 
To  God,  the  only  wife 
To  him  that  chofe  us  hrft 
'Twas  by  an  order  from  the  Lord 
'Twas  on  that  dark,  that  doleful  night 
'Twas  the  commimon  of  our  Lord 

V 
Vain  are  the  hopes  the  fons  of  men 
Vain  are  the  hopes  that  rebels  place 
Unfhaken  as  the  facred  hill 
Up  to  the  fields  where  angels  lie 
Up  to  the  Lord  that  reigns  on  high 

W 
We  are  a  garden  walled  around 
We  blefs  the  Prophet  of  the   Lord 
We  fing  the  amazing  deeds 
We  fing  the  glories  of  thy  love 


B. 

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a 

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a 
b 
a 

41 

138 

67 

127 

80 

a 

116 

a 
b 

H 

83 

a 

121 

a 
b 
b 
b 

93 

45 
58 

129 

a 
b 

147 

124 

a 

51 

c 
b 

39 
151 

c 

I 

a 

52 

a 

94 

a 

99 

a 

22 

b 
b 

41 
46 

a 

b 

74 
132 

c 

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a  56 

TABLE. 

B.  H. 

Welcome  fweet  day  of  reft             -  b     14 

Well,  the  Redeemer's  gone             -  b     36 

What  different  pow'rs  of  grace  and  fin  b   143 

What  equal  honours  mall  we  bring  a     63 

What  happy  men,  or  angels,  thefe  a     40 

What  mighty  man,  or  mighty  God  a     28  ' 

Whence  do  our  mournful  thoughts  arife  a     32 ■' 

When  lean  read  my  title  clear  b     65 

When  in  the  light  of  faith  divine  b   101 

When  I  furvey  the  wond'rous  crofs  c       7 

When  we  are  rais'd  from  deep  diftrefs  a     55 

When  flrangers  ftand  and  hear  me  tell  a     76 

When  the  firft  parents  of  our  race  b     j8 

When  the  great  Builder  arch'd,   &ci  b     24 

Where  are  the  mourners,  faith  the  Lord  b   154 

Who  can  defcribe  the  joys  that  rife  a   101 

Who  has  heliev'd  thy  word              -  a  141 

Who  is  this  fair  one  in  diftrefs  a     78 

Who  mall  the  Lord's  eleft  condemn  a     14 

Why  did  the  jews  proclaim  their  rage  a       4 

Why  does  your  face,  ye  humble  fouls  b     85 

Why  do  ye  mourn  departing  friends  b 

Why  is  my  heart  fo  far  from  thee  b     20 

Why  fho'uld  the  children  of  a  King  a   144 

Why  mould  this  earth  delight  us  fo  b   164 

Why  mould  we  ftart  and  fear  to  die  b     31 

With  cheerful  voice  I  ring               -  a   148 

With  holy  fear  and  humble  fong  b     44 

With  joy  we  meditate  the  grace  a   125 


TABLE. 

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H. 

Y 

Ye  faints,  how  lovely  is  the  place 
Ye  fons  of  Adam,  vain  and  young 
Ye  that  obey'd  the  immortal  King 

Z 

Zion  rejoice,  and  Judah  fmg 

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38 
89 

34 

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